| Humble Pie |
| I reckon we have all eaten humble pie a time or two. When we open our big mouths and say words about someone that are not true. Then we have to walk around with egg on our face, sunny-side up. We can feel like fools when we manage all by ourselves to overflow our cup. You can see now that this is a food poem we get into these pickles alone or with Satan too. We have to pray and stop listening to Satan his words always hurt me and you. For the main course we can end up eating a bunch of crow. It's better to keep your words sweet you might have to eat them, you know. Anyway - humble pie, egg on our face, a big serving of crow - lets leave that menu behind. Let's try to be more like Jesus and many blessings we will find. written 1/30/2010 |
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