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Saul’s Success: Prize or Poison?

Saul was quite the servant-man.

His father’s will was his,

Be it plowing fields or tending herds,

He worked and served with strength and focused will.

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Humility adorned his thoughts,

While he was no one big.

The son of Kish, a no-name youth,

Why should he be a king?

It seemed, to him, quite far from what he’d earned.

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His strength and height were assets

When it came to farmer’s work.

His trust in God’s instructions

Through the prophet was secure.

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The oil didn’t change him,

When anointed as their king.

In fact, God gave His Spirit

As a guide to live within him.

A Spirit who, if followed,

Would empower him with strength –

Strength of will, strength of courage,

Strength of purpose, strength of mind.

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So, what was it in Saul’s life

That led him to a turn –

A turn away from humble strength,

To self-exalting, insecure, and hurtful fits of pride?

How could he go from “who am I?”

to “I know better than God!” ?

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Through God’s pow’r and by design,

Saul had tasted something strong and potent

for the first time:

The prize and poison that is success.

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He looked at his accomplishments

Which God had brought about,

And credited himself instead of,

Giving praise to God.

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In pragmatism’s twisted vines,

He reasoned how to work his plans,

Hoping God would get in line,

And follow him with weak, submitted favor.

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The glory long designed for God

Was robbed, and so God cut the ropes,

And Saul began his long and painful fall.

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Success.

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A poison or a prize?

A tool to use to bring God praise, for sure.

But many more have had a taste

And chosen to exalt its thrills

As god of all their hearts and wills

Instead of living for the God

Who gave success to us, a gift.

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We take the gift, the joy-filled prize

And make it lethal poison when

We make it all of us, not all of Him.

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Lord, when I hear “well done,”

“Good job,” or “I am so impressed.”

May they never overtake,

The promised joy of this one sound:

The sound of your “Well done, my child,”

When I kneel before Your throne.

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Tune my heart to live for

Just those words upon my ears,

Protect me from the snare of pride,

Through all my days and years.

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