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Praise Me
Praise Me
By Mark Spencer

The purpose God has given me,
Since the days of my youth,
Is to see past our masks, and then
Expose them to the truth.

Here in the realm of poetry,
I rarely say a thing.
I want to see what kind of change,
My lack of praise might bring.

Poems I posted at the start,
Received a good review.
But as the weeks and months passed by,
I rarely heard from you.

Most poets claim itís not about,
Responses they receive.
They simply want to praise you work,
Or so we should believe.

But Iíve been at this many years,
With silence as my eyes.
It helps me see who speaks the truth,
And who speaks only lies.

For those who claimed to love my work,
Back when it first premiered,
Have since abandoned their pretence,
And simply disappeared.

The work and writer havenít changed,
The message is still clear.
But I gave nothing in return,
To bring my ďfriendsĒ back here.

The Lord has warned me of the cost
Of exposing manís lies.
I am cast out, like all the rest,
Humanity despised.

And this is why I give no praise,
For the truth must be known.
As Godís servants did before me,
Iíll walk this path alone.

But understand, thereíll be no praise,
For you at heavenís gate.
No matter what you think youíve done,
That will not be your fate.

For none are clean in our Lordís eyes,
Each soul is stained with sin.
And if God has no praise for you,
Why covet it from men?

The only praise youíll get from me,
Will be for lessons learned.
Any rewards received from God,
Are those that wisdom earned.

But if you choose to take offence
With what my words implied,
Know that the truth can only wound
Your vanity and pride.

I dare presume to say these things,
For they need to be said.
Itís best to learn this lesson now,
Than find out once weíre dead.

We overlook our ďlittleĒ sins,
Excuse our vain pursuits,
Yet every leaf upon a tree,
Contributes to its roots.

You can listen, or turn away,
Even defend your ways,
But Godís path is a humble one,
Which seeks no earthly praise.

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