Their power is fleeting
Though established
Though self-assured
God allows them to rest
In complacent security
But He remains watchful
Knows their hearts
Sees their ways
And like Bede’s sparrow
Those once briefly exalted
In a blink shall be gone
Those who reach high
Yet shall be brought low
Shall be gathered
Reaped and sorted
And chaff shall fall
Returned to wasting dust
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