Humble

I know I’ve been too selfish to cross that Chapel’s doorway
And praise You God and revel Your Kingdom up in skies;
But after years of freedom I’m now distraught by trouble
Unable to move forward and drawn in rain and rubble
By my own hand, so Father, please hear my selfish cry.

I meant no harm to no one, and always loved the humble
And never wanted fortunes to fill my heart with greed;
I cared about the others, and did my best to never
Let down or hurt whoever I’ve come across and trembled
When innocents were begging for food across my street.

I feel alone; I need You. I’d die right now if no one
Would miss me, but I’m thinking how broken up they’d be,
All those who trust and love me, to know I left forever
And that instead of laughing and being all together
I’d say goodbye from Heaven leaving them all in tears.

I’m thinking of my mother whose eyes had gotten older
And though we’re struck by distance, I know you are all right
And still the most amazing and beautiful of women
With gentle hands and always protective of your children,
My sweet and loving parent, these words can’t match your heart.


So here I am, my Father, most shameful of your children
I stand before Your greatness and ask for any sign
To show I’ve got a purpose and make my life worth living
Make all my troubles perish like flowers, or a feeling,
And keep all those who love me to Your untainted Right.