Me, Perfection, and Lucifer.

I feel great
I’m at the top
Made the perfect score
I’m the preferred
The perfect one
But I am not perfect even
How could I be

I would falsely lay hold on her if I tried
To possess this which is outside my task
And even if somehow
I would transcend in this life
The gulf of our parallel paths
I couldn’t claim perfection still
Because it wasn’t by me

Lucifer, son of the dawn
Brilliant star, as morning light
In one moment you became
As the dark of the night
When you conceived to take
The Place of Yahweh
Maker of your beauty

He’d imagined that he could
Wonderfully fantastic and beautiful
Seeing himself higher than he was
He forgot he wasn’t perfect by himself
Pride was born
He became the devil
He’d chosen to ursurp

So gifted as I am
As oft it would seem
The most preferred
Perfect in your eyes
I remember it is Your grace
That gave me these
So that I do not go
From Lucifer to Devil

Reading: Isaiah 14

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