Lord, I have a disease...
It’s called conceit.
My flesh wants to build me up
and make me number one
Jesus give me the power and
help me to overcome.
Lord, I just get kinda discouraged,
when I see how I am,
I get so puffed up sometimes
When I try to be a man
Why can’t I understand that
I am your creation?
Why can’t I yield to you and
work toward your destination?
Please help me to love others as I love myself,
Help me not to put old friends on the shelf.
Please, God, I’m so unworthy