Inspiration from Chapter 8 "The Great Sin" of C.S. Lewis' Mere Christianity
Matthew 23
Empty praises I have sung
Hollow words roll from my tongue
Meaningless sounds infused with pride
It is just and overflow of what's on the inside
It gnaws at my heart, it erodes my mind
There is no fruit, just a rotting rind
Senses stollen, I've grown numb
To this dark disease I have succumb
Every single day I wake
This ever dying body aches
I've got wasting muscle and crumbling bone
When I should sing of you glories, Lord, I only groan
The lifebloods been sucked from my veins
Parasitic pride; it latches and it drains
It constricts my eyes so I only see down
It'll tear me apart until I'm in the ground
Great Physician,
Won't you put me under the knife?
Carve out all the pieces that consume my life
Revive this dead body turned blue
Resect every vessel sin courses through
Split me open to pull this necrotic heart
Wash every cell, renew each part
I am so far gone, only The Savior can save
It is your grace that keeps me out of the grave
God, please take this pride
It flourishes inside
The whole life it wants
All growth it stunts
New buds it trims
It cripples my limbs
I can't open these hands
And my legs won't stand
It is my soul's cancer
And you are the only answer
Just help me to for get myself
To want only you, to want nothing else
