Supremacy

If you lose your faith like one loses her purse,
Don't take the job for you'd just be a curse;
But losing faith as a snake loses skin –
That's what should happen for job you'd be in.

As you look upward through levels of change,
Thoughts you have now will soon be rearranged;
Skin that moves smoothly gets tighter with age,
Moulting it off is a sign of new stage.

Old skin with comfort is left in a pile,
You'll feel quite different and might lose your smile;
Then it grows back with a much better fit –
Know it won't last, if in judgment you'll sit.

Three or four levels of growth on that trail,
Four for Chief Justice – if there you'll prevail;
Maybe there's more, it depends where you are,
Journeys of that type have rigor, by Gar.

Choices, decisions, and the judgments galore,
Come from those judges which we come before;
You'll look quite splendid, as fine as can be –
What's on the inside is what God will see.

Yours the decisions and choices to take,
Hopefully not as a judge on the make;
Biggest decisions are not made up there
But in your choices as now you prepare.

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