God is never dismayed by the selfish taunts,
Of those who think that they have got it made,
Declaring their own greatness,
Making out that they are better than some ,
Thinking that somehow they control destiny,
Setting themselves up to be God,
Surrounded by likeminded wannabes,
A stinking mess of empty boasts.
In the middle of this cesspool,
A courageous beacon of hope calls my name,
Lifting me above the stench of self righteousness,
Together we stand in the presence of God,
Taunts fall by the way, powerless to reach me,
My soul replenished by Mercy’s protection,
What threatened to crush me is left to die,
I celebrate the promised victory each day,
My inheritance eternally assured.