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The Pride Trap

When pride comes, then comes shame;

But with the humble is wisdom.

Proverbs 11:2 NKJV

We must be aware of pride at every level for it keeps us from going to the person we’ve hurt and admitting that we’ve been wrong. It snares us, keeping us trapped long after the wrong, leaving us limping and in pain for the rest of our lives. So, let’s be about the business of kicking pride out of our lives because we got work to do!

I wrote this poem to express the depravity of our hearts. I pray that it helps you escape pride’s trap so that you can walk this Overcomer’s Journey in victory.


I got up this morning

and looked in the mirror of His Word.

I did not see His face

nor His voice could be heard.

I saw the lies I told,

the promises I did not keep.

Every person I had ever offended.

The despair was so deep.

I cried out to the Father,

"Have mercy on me!

I am a man of unclean lips.

Pride has a hold of me.

For these things I knew

I had done long ago.

But did not deal with them

like Your Word told me so.

I am without excuse,

Lord, Help me, I pray.

I am naked and ashamed

and have lost my way!"

He said, "Son, I forgive you.

Go and sin no more.

Show the fruit of repentance.

You've applied My blood to your door."

Pride said, "You've settled it with the Father.

There's nothing more to be done.

Keep it on the down-low.

Don't share this with anyone."

I looked up at the Father.

His love filled my soul.

I looked down at Pride.

He chilled me to the bone.

I knew what I must do.

I could not delay.

I had to tell it all.

It had to be done this way.

So I left my gift at the altar.

I had to come see your face.

I want to make things right.

I must settle this case.

I know I have wronged you.

I have caused you great pain.

I have even offended you.

Between us, this must not remain.

Have mercy upon me.

Forgive me, I pray.

It took me too long to get here

Because I've allowed pride to keep me away.

Some embraced me,

While others turned away.

This is the cost of sin.

It is the price I had to pay.

I returned to the Father,

With my gift in hand.

We had wonderful fellowship.

I did not want it to end.

Hear my heart,

Between the lines of this poem.

Settle every issue.

Right every wrong.

The Father is not pleased

When we sin in any way.

He will not tolerate

The stench of death nor decay.

The world is watching and waiting

For the true Sons to be revealed.

Don't let Pride topple you.

Let your light shine from the hills.

The moral of this story is to

Take heed, watch, and pray

Lest you fall into temptation

And become the enemy's prey.

© Odette Hannah 1/19/13

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