Prayer Without Pride

I crawl to You, Creator, stripped of every lie,

My ego claws for credit, begging You to glorify.

It howls inside my chest, demanding “Look at me!”

But I beg You—kill that beast so only love can be.

I’m tired of my prayers that stink of selfish gain,

They’re soaked in hidden motives, dipped in secret shame.

I want to cry for friends, not for the throne I crave,

Burn every trace of honor—leave nothing left to save.

Let every word I utter tear the ego from my throat,

Let my heart be just a vessel—not a king, not a boat.

No comfort, no reward, no sweet illusion’s light,

Just faith above all reason as I bleed for what is right.

I want a prayer of fire, not this hollow, begging plea,

A cry that lifts my brothers—never glorifies me.

So smash the pride inside me till I’m dust upon the floor,

And let the Ten be everything… I don't exist anymore.

Creator, take my intention—crush it, bend it, make it true,

Let my prayer be pure bestowal, flowing only back to You.

No honor, no illusion, nothing selfish left to bear—

Just friends inside my heartbeat… and Your love in every prayer.