Humility, as fragrant oil,
Will soften up the hardest "soil".
Quietly it soothes and heals
And special loveliness reveals.
It's inner beauty suffers long
When hampered by pride's sin and wrong.
Humility will heave a sigh
But ne'er to pride will it draw nigh.But then should pride begin to bow
Humility will softly plow
And loosen up the hardened soil
By pouring out it's healing oil.
"For thus saith the high and lofty
One that inhabiteth eternity,
whose name is Holy;
I dwell in the high and holy place,
with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit,
to revive the spirit of the humble,
and to revive the heart of the contrite ones."
Isaiah 57:15 KJV© 2010 Arlene Schwartzkopf
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