When pride keeps getting in my way,
I cannot resist until I break myself apart.
Broken, Emptied.
Then piece by piece You pick me up,
And bit by bit I can be rebuilt.
Humbly, Gently.
With a new heart, and a new hope.
More of you, and less of me.
Heaven is your throne, and the earth is your footstool. Let my heart be your resting place.
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