The Game ... The Road -- By: Alice Movius Painter
The Game ... The Road
There seems to be a game - that you must play, if you would rise.
There seems to be a game - and with it lots of compromise
You live to impress others, and you’re as slick as you can be.
But, where—oh, where—are perfect hearts, and deep sincerity?
There seems to be a game - if you would rise up to the top.
Be funny—always funny—or they say that you will flop.
Be polished and professional - yes, that’s the way to be.
But, where - oh, where - is power, and where’s integrity?
There seems to be a game - and if you want to get ahead,
You have to bypass God’s way, and choose the world’s instead.
You must be superficial - and light as you can be.
But, where—oh, where—is depth, and where’s profundity?
There seems to be a way - that you can make yourself a star.
Just boast of your achievements—tell how wonderful you are.
Be full of self-importance—yes, that’s the way be.
But, where— oh, where—is truth, and where’s humility?
I cannot say it’s wrong—but to myself I must be true, and to my God—who says, “My child, it’s servanthood for you.”
He’s called me to the lowly road—it’s paved with peace and love.
Rewards will come—in their own time—and praise from God above.
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