Lessons in Humility...my favorite

Hello Readers!
So. I write. A lot. Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's not but that's okay. Sometimes it's a blog post and sometimes it's a short story. VERY RARELY it is a poem. This is one I wrote back in college. I barely remember composing it. But as I was decluttering my computer I ran across it and thought I would share. I hope you enjoy.
P.S. This isn't completely true or false. It's bits and pieces of both. For example: I never owned a Chevy. haha. But it is made of some experiences I have had in learning how much I must rely on God through the good and bad times. There will always be struggles in our lives. ALWAYS. But they are so much easier to carry when we stay close to the Lord and let Him help us carry them

POEM

My bad day was a Monday

That’s nothing new for me

On Monday I always trip or fall

Forget my phone or lose my keys

I stubbed my toe at 7

The shower was cold at 8

Poured juice into my cereal

That made me really late

I forgot to read my scriptures

But lecture starts at nine

And if I miss another day

I’ll have crossed the final line

I didn’t bring a jacket

And it began to rain

I screamed out at the heavens

I must have looked insane

At work I lost my name tag

I was feeling rather blue

So it was hard to smile and say

“Sir, how may I help you?”

When I came home that night

And burst out into tears

I tripped over the rug

I broke my full length mirror

Seven years bad luck?

Bring it on Ol’ Fate

You’ve got nothin’ I can’t handle

You’re taunting, it’s too late

I finally couldn’t take it

I had to plead with God

If ever I needed help

I’d grab the iron rod

“Please help me, will you God?

I can’t take all this luck

It seems whatever day it is

In misery I’m stuck”

Before I could go on

A voice inside my head

It silenced me without a word

With nothing it had said

The presence of this voice

Was a feeling not a sound

It touched my very soul

And threw me to the ground

“You fall upon your knees

Like the Savior did before

You cry your desperate pleas

He bled from every pore

His suffering was great

You think that yours is worse?”

“No,” I said “I don’t

I just don’t want this curse”

“If you’re to be My child,”

The voice of God told me

“Then you must suffer too.

Redemption isn’t free.”

“But I thought Christ did that?”

I asked with great confusion

“He suffered all my pains

His soul was in seclusion.”

The voice of God was great

“Your deliverance was not prearranged

To feel His mercy, feel His power

You must grow and learn and change”

I can’t argue with God

So I knew I’d have to deal

I closed with an amen

And got up from my kneel

The next day brought more troubles

My heart was growing heavy

I just about gave up on life

When death fell upon my Chevy

Stranded on the highway

I bowed my head in shame

“I brought this on myself

I’m the one to blame.”

I only called on God

When things were looking down

Only then did I remember

He who wore the crown

If I’m to be forgiven

For the selfishness I’ve shown

I’ve got to make things right

But I can’t do it on my own

So once again I prayed

I said a familiar line

“I do not know why Christ would save

A soul as proud as mine

But Father, please forgive me

For my insolence and pride

Now I know without Thee

 On this earth I’d not reside

My suffering is painful

But His was so much worse

If I but try to do what’s right

Maybe I’ll lose this curse”

That night when I got home

After my roommate saved the day

I sat down with my scriptures

To read and pray, read and pray

The words of Nephi shone

My spirits they did pick up

I felt my Savior take my burden

Take my bitter cup

My heart was feeling lighter

I knew what I must do

“God, I have to have faith;

I have to trust in you”

“My child that is the answer:

Repent and follow Christ.

If you stay on the narrow path

Then that, it will suffice.”

I see with my own eyes

My trials aren’t so grand

Mine disappear in days

The Savior’s linger on His hands

I know I must be humble

Forget myself each day

Be a light, a bright example

In what I do and say

If I but read my scriptures

If I even say my prayers

My Lord, my God, my Savoir

Will show me that He cares

The greatest truth I know

Where my testimony begun

Is that God so loved the world

He gave His Only, Begotten Son

And if I follow His gospel

If His disciple I shall be

In a voice that is the spirit He’ll say

“I will comfort thee.”