People with a big head are headed for a fall,pretentious egos brought down a peg.It’s God alone at front-and-centeron the Day we’re talking about,The Day that God-of-the-Angel-Armiesis matched against all big-talking rivals,against all swaggering big names;Against all giant sequoiashugely towering,and against the expansive chestnut;Against Kilimanjaro and Annapurna,against the ranges of Alps and Andes;Against every soaring skyscraper,against all proud obelisks and statues;Against ocean-going luxury liners,against elegant three-masted schooners.The swelled big heads will be punctured bladders,the pretentious egos brought down to earth,Leaving God alone at front-and-centeron the Day we’re talking about.