Position and wealth, fortune and fame, to the flesh, makes us a slave.
How dare you think your stature secure, to place faith in flesh is vain,
assemble together to honor each other with frivolous adulated acclaim.
Idols and icons become the vessels exalted for ambition and skill,
bestowing our riches, admiration, and praise, without logic for every frill.
Those we turn into gods still go down to the grave,
though they be asleep in death we still give them the praise.
Continuing to worship their former estate, idols not even aware,
remaining faithful to a corpse, no longer able to care.
Objects of our grandiose affections, vainglory is their statuette,
TRUE GLORY belongs to the LORD ALONE, on bent knees we will see it yet!
{Isaiah 2:12-18} On that day the Lord of Hosts will move against the proud and haughty and bring them to the dust. All the tall cedars of Lebanon and all the mighty oaks of Bashan shall bend low, and all the high mountains and hills, and every high tower and wall, and all the proud ocean ships and trim harbor craft--all shall be crushed before the Lord that day. All the glory of mankind will bow low; the pride of men will lie in the dust, and the LORD ALONE will be exalted.And all idols will be utterly abolished and destroyed.
