A Despicable Tyrant by Mark Nenadov

With the worst of tyrants–self
clinks its cup
daily we must chase it
shrinking from its outrages
but we must fight
if we’re to press on.

Before the fall goes Pride
which causes self to prance
like a peacock–puffed up
saturated—strutting its stuff
Satan waits for the pounce
as the Old Man exerting
his will and Satan’s—in one accord.

Slip and fall
we will to some degree
but not finally or fatally
we must carry on the battle
reminding ourselves
that we are not our own—bought
with blood–a precious price.

A spotless lamb suffered for us—through which
we died to our self
to rise again–and live with Him
as a New Man.

by Mark Nenadov


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