Pride

destitue, displaced, distraught
all I give, I give for naught
intentions immoral, I quarrel with my pride
mechanical motions busting out notions
of love and charity
for me
my glory
my honor 
my story is me.
not You.

take me, break me
make me Yours-
use me.
use me for Your story, 
for Your glory.
give me a burning passion to bring honor to Your name.
i'm sick of satan and this game.

forget about me and my wicked desires.
i turn to you and live with a
passion full of raging fire.
i'm at your will, 
waiting for Your call.
Lord, You have my all.


from humbled hands, 

Jessie Rediger

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