Hatred has a smell,
Like a corpse rotting in the battlefield,
Contempt’s odour is distinct,
Pride is bathed in it,
It putridly seeks to infect those around it,
My enemy bathes in contempt every day,
Never resting in finding new ways to lie,
Creating elaborate word snares,
That confuse truth.
I was trapped by contempt,
Breathing its foul air,
Wondering when arrogance would rise,
Seeking ways to shatter my hope.
It’s time to seek God,
To watch his power unleashed,
In anger for his child’s pain,
Arrogance is God’s enemy,
It will get its due,
Words that sought my destruction,
Will torment your heart,
In your sleeplessness,
Where all hope has faded.
It’s time to walk humbly,
Learning my Father’s footsteps.