Pride was seen striding toward her
This thing which always despised and ignored her
"How do you do?" She spoke first
Wondering if he would acknowledge her worth
Knowing better than to greet him
Yet, it felt quite pleasant to be seen with him
He took her hand inside his
She learned very quickly about taking his
He began to speak disdain
She began to believe she'd put to shame
Trying hard to pull away
Pride gripped tightly, he truly wanted to stay
He's slimy and he sticks like glue
It's a terrible thing to let pride touch you
my inspiration
Much-Afraid, of course, ought not have know better than to greet, much less to stop and talk with one of her own relatives from the Valley. But it is rather pleasant, after being snubbed and ignored for years, suddenly to be greeted as an equal. Besides this, her curiosity was awakened.
"Do you know what will happen to you, Much-Afraid, if you persist in going forward? All those fair promises he has made about bringing you into his Kingdom and making you live happily ever afterward will prove false. When he gets you up to the wild, desolate parts of the mountains, he will abandon you altogether, and you will be put to lasting shame."
Poor Much-Afraid tried to pull her hand away, for now she began to understand the meaning of his presence there and his bitter hatred of the Shepherd, but as she struggled to free her hand, he only grasped it tighter. She had to learn that once Pride is listened to, struggle as one may, it is the hardest thing in the world to throw him off.
It's a terrible thing to let Pride take you by the hand...
Hannah Hurnard, Hinds' Feet on High Places, Chapter Five.
