Envy
My Envious passion rots me to the core.

I can’t deal with the fact that I’m less and your more.

You’re still accelerating flight but from my eyes you sore.

All these earthly materials you possess that I can’t afford.

This is the part where I feel discouraged and unhappy with my life.

You have all things my flesh desires even a beautiful wife.

Father something about this just doesn’t seem rite.

I’ve served God for so long and I have yet to see light.

The worse comes to mind when I think of my brother.

I must work for love while with love he is smothered.

But wait! If I work now what comes later?

What will my brother have to eat while I enjoy the fruits of my labor?

Then again all great leaders start out as great servants.

I learn new things from father while my brother plays with the serpent.

I have a choice to be consumed by desire or follow God while my future blessings are extending.

You can’t give your soul to the world while death is always apprehending.

I must escape this physical bind and follow the spirit within me…

…and stay clear of the ponds of jealousy that contain the lures of envy.