When I was young
I asked the Lord
to give me power
to change the world.
To make my life
to count for something.
To bring it all
and leave with nothing.
In my mind
I know I meant,
"to give me famed
accomplishment.
"To be revered
for all of time.
To make the name
above all, mine."
In my chest
I get dishearted
when it beats
like when I started.
When I want for
fame and glory,
like I'm the point
of this whole story.
The change inside
is harder fought,
than any war
on any plot.
But still we fight
to battle pride
Daily seeking
where it hides.
Rooting out
the source of sin,
healing all the hurt
within.
Self-deceived,
I point and shout
at all the sin
I find without.
Seeing the speck
inside your eye,
consumes the plank
inside of mine.
Crying "Sight!"
it seems I'm blind
The world that needs
the change, is mine.
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