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Caught within your snare
Helpless creature that you are
Struggling in your prison there.
Your efforts are so futile
They'll endlessly go on
Yet you are weak and know not --
That your strength will soon be gone.
And mighty giant that I am
Just the merest puff of breath
Could give you back your freedom
And save you from this death.
And as I tower above you
Your fate within my hands
I recognize your nothingness
Controlled by my commands.
So plead with me - beg of me
That I might mercy give
For my very slightest gesture
Could let you die -- or live.
And as the shadows of the day
Moved across my room
I viewed again this tiny dot
In coiled, conceded doom.
I pondered as I stood there --
My head bowed shamefully
Compassion crept into my heart
My soul began to see --
As my thoughts began to soar and rise
To Him who dwells above
I felt His greatness over me
I pleaded for His love.
How small and insignificant
I felt within His power
The sorrow -- and humility
I knew within this hour.
Oh helpless creature that I am
I fall on bended knee
And God in all His mercy
Looked down and smiled on me!
Orvetta's thoughts: For when men get too much power, and too much pride in the heart, they are unknowingly in dire need of a humbling experience to make them humble again and fit for God.
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