my shadow

An idol
A high place
Disloyalty
Awful distain

You cannot fathom worshiping another God
He gave you life and breath
How could you turn?
With what gull would you deny His holy name?

Yet you rise early and rush to work
You strive to please a person
People recognize your success and your pride gives you joy
You think of your victory. Oh! You think of it more than your Lord

He allows you to succeed and you have a letter grade to show it
You flaunt it not – you are too prideful to let your pride be known
Yet your smile spreads wide when another finds your prize
Your joy abounds more in your own glory than in the glory of your Lord.

Oh the wicked selfish pride that is forever my shadow!
Be rid me of it, Oh LORD.