Showmanship or discipleship
which one will it be?
Parading our flesh of success,
or walking humbly?
The lofty looks, the boastful claims
punctuate our days;
Little souls are rewarded by
man's flattering praise.
The need to be seen, to be first,
controls every plan;
Impressions are all-important,
applause fuels the man.
To draw attention to ourselves,
Bragging of our deeds
To angle for the praise of men
is wood, straw and weeds.
Lights, we are, to shine before men
our good works to see;
Not that we should be glorified,
but His Majesty.
Let’s be disciples of the Lord,
gazing on the Lamb;
Humbly walking in His footprints,
rejecting the sham.