Humble me

Humble me

Let me be

More of what

You would have me be


To not be proud

Yet sing out loud

The hopes I cannot dare to hope

Without the sound

     of your voice


Sober my roaring spirit

Your word, let me hear it

And walk within

The grace you freely give


This is how I want to live.


05/22/25

clc


“You younger men, likewise, be subject to your elders; and all of you, clothe yourselves with humility toward one another, for God is opposed to the proud, but gives grace to the humble. Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time, casting all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you. Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. But resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same experiences of suffering are being accomplished by your brethren who are in the world. After you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ, will Himself perfect, confirm, strengthen and establish you.”

1 Peter‬ ‭5‬:‭5‬-‭10‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬



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