Me First

Some years ago I wrote this poem about human pride and its lifelong attempt to assert its own glory.

“Me first, me first,” the little boy said.
You’re just in the way, got too much to say,
I’m not being seen, I’m not being heard;
“Me first, me first,” the little boy said.
“Me first, me first,” the teenager said.
He cut off the car that was slowing him down,
He chewed out the driver that was making him frown;
“Me first, me first,” the teenager said.
“Me first, me first,” demanded the young man.
So, it’s our third date, don’t want to wait,
If you tell me “no,” I’ll have to go;
“Me first, me first,” demanded the young man.
“Me first, me first,” her daddy protested.
You can just wait ‘til I’ve got some time,
Got things more important now on my mind.
“Me first, me first,” her daddy protested.
“Me first, me first,” shrieked the old man in line.
Then suddenly…, suddenly he was at the head of the line.
His mouth gaped at the Ancient of Days,
Who pointed to his Son filling the world and heaven’s stage.
“No, no, He is first; He always has been.
While you thought much of yourself…, so little of Him,
A tip of the hat, a token of faith
While you gained the glory and attention of men.
Your talents, your home, accomplishments too,
Your grades and your wit were all about you.
Who could see my Son veiled by your pride?
Now He’s no longer hidden, His glory denied. 
All men will worship, and to Him, bow their knees. 
He’s no longer decreasing, while His people, increase.
copyright, 2007 Keith Rohrer
He must increase, but I must decrease (John the Baptist)