Honestly Humble.

Dear God,
I was intoxicated with pride as if it were whiskey.
I sought perfect lighting rather than the exposure of my blemishes.
I adorned myself in elaborate fashion and carried myself arrogantly.
I unjustly rebuked any potential notion of internal or spiritual revision.
I foolishly discerned that my weak hands were mighty hands.
I incorrectly concluded that I was efficient and required no assistance.
I neglected my every wound; I abandoned them to rot in isolation.
I pursued the destructiveness of drugs to deal with my predicaments.
I mocked You in my ways; I boasted despite having nothing to boast about.
I protected my promiscuity; nurturing it and carrying it under my arm.
I pressed it tightly to my chest. I held rocks like they were gold.
You generously exposed all of my habitual unhealthiness.
You compassionately showed me my chaotic contradictions.
You heroically left 99 of your followers to track me down alone.
You have always been in control. I have never grasped the reigns.
You teach me in increments; for all at once would surely crush me.
You’re gentle yet so strong; loving yet will not be mocked.
You’re perfectly established and never-changing - I’m continuously evolving.
Your awareness supersedes and infinitely outranks my highest thought.
You are impeccably patient with my all of blunders.
You are supremely compassionate despite my being undeserving of it.
You have placed my pride upon a well-lit table and I thank you for it.
Dear God, I am contrite as I fear that I will continue to make mistakes -
I am filled with clumsy flaws as well as thorough brokenness -
but I praise You for taking the time to love me and to guide me.
I am unspeakably grateful, and I am praying for an increase in
honest humility. Less of me, more of You.

Written by: Ry Truax