Psalms In The Heart

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...