Entitlement

I am born and they title me.

They title me with a name. Three names.

They tell me what the names mean and whose names were the same.

I grew and grow and somehow show the meaning of the names as I go.

I write some books, they grow some hooks and the same names change to gold.

Suddenly this name has fame and they name some names after me!

And then I think, “Well, look at that I’m the Prince and the King and the Queen!”

And then they start to put up plaques and imprint my name on the street.

And then I say, “Oh look at that!” I put on some feathers and preen.

They ask me, they say, “how do you do it that way?”

And I look around and can’t quite think what to say as pleasing has got in the way.

And as I look back, I check in my hat for some tips and some tricks I can play.

But now I find what has come to my mind was not really mine in a way.

As I relive, the gift that I give, was given to me.

And why He chose me remains His mystery.

Maybe He hoped, I would give it and point to Him, not me,

And then, that He is you would see.

LydiAngeline

Feb 2016