Dutiful, Come Down

Hey Dutiful, you once so beautiful. Your robe a sparkly combo of grace and sure hope. You who once was faith and hope. Now Dutiful, so occupied and full. Now so divided and truly misplaced. Ah No! Dutiful, your robes are an ashy satin now. Yes the ashes of self burn and self sufficiency. Yes self afficted wedges. My proud Dutiful, always so sure. Once of Him but now so full of yourself. Dutiful that you so far gone now. Have you looked back and seen? Have you looked back and seen the garb that you've replaced with ashen satin? Can you see now from your low stool, I ask if it is high enough to help you see. Dear Dutiful, in trading seat with the one who sees tomorrow have you gained it? Masterful Dutiful, have you now gotten it by your own strength? Oh Dutiful, all my questions and poems are to make you see. See you fall so short. You fall short in all things. As you have stopped asking about tomorrow from the one who knows tomorrow. Dutiful, I just seek to make you see the real beauty you've traded for ashes. The help you've forfeited because you did not ask. Finally Dutiful at the end of your strong man, I say is destruction. I say the path is still not far fetched, God waits for you to boast in his strength and knowing, his beauty is still waiting to clothe you. Only if Dutiful, only if you step down from you high stool, only if you ask Dutiful, and yes he still waits to help and clothe you. So I say Dutiful be wise. Zephaniah 1:6