Lord, this pride of mine is weighing me down.
I’ve carried it all my life
I’m tired of the burden
Secret pride hides in my mind
In thoughts that defend me
In haughty speeches I give to others
In rehearsals of my accomplishments
In excuses of my errors
In dreams of what I will do some day.
Why can’t I see my pride for the junk that it is?
Help me Lord
Change my mind and clean it up.
Take out the trash and give me the prize
To know Christ Jesus
Deeply
Honestly
Joyously.
That is my greatest desire (I declare)
Help make it my greatest desire (I plead)
Help me surrender my prideful thoughts
And crucify my haughty self-congratulations.
As risky as it is to say
I want to know Christ
Even by sharing in His suffering
That I may enjoy Him as the One who lives.
When my life is over
May I not be small of spirit
Found clutching petty things
But glad that I let go of my trinkets
And embraced my Treasure.
(based on Phil. 3)
