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When man is big and God is small, life isn’t very pleasant at all,

As people crowd out that place, allotted by God, by His Grace,

Within your heart, deep inside, where His Spirit comes to abide,

As a guide and comfort too, helping each day, in all that we do.



Often we focus too much on man, being lead into Satan’s plan,

His plan to hinder and mislead, saints of God who truly believe.

Filling a heart with needless care, is from Satan, a wicked snare,

Leading all to worry and fear; to dismiss God who’s always near.



Satan wishes to bind your heart, in fear and worry from the start,

The fear of man is a snare by him, to keep many in a web of sin.

Your worry he just calls concern, as that anxiety begins to churn,

Saying your worry will bring relief, as he adds pain to your grief.



All this as he sets your focus for, others, not your Blessed Lord,

On natural men of this fallen sod, and not upon our Eternal God.

With eyes fixed on mortal men, we forget we’ve been born again,

Born of the spirit from Jesus Christ, to give to God our entire life.



Caring too much what others think, into the mire we begin to sink,

Losing the peace, God has for us, when in man we begin to trust.

Trust or fear, it is still a snare, which leads your heart into despair,

All this and more will befall, all who make men big and God small.



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