Death of a Man
The death of a man, it comes from inside.
It's a slow killer, its name other than pride.
Pride has different forms, manifests in different ways;
but it's always a killer, a high price he pays.
Pride will ruin relationships with children, family, a friend;
it will cause complete devastation in the end.
The signs can be sneaky, hard to pin down.
We may not even recognize the pride lock-down.
Do you take offense easily, are you harsh in spirit?
Do you put on pretenses, only because you think others want to hear it?
Pride, like the devil, will steal, kill, and destroy.
Pride is very boastful, it is never coy.
Pride consumes your heart, it festers inside.
It boils out of your mouth, pride you cannot hide.
Pride is a vice of the utmost evil;
causing intermittent destruction, causing emotional upheaval.
Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.
Are you willing to let your pride risk it all?
Pride is a very hard pill to swallow.
In the end it will leave your soul feeling hollow.
That longing space, that space you can't seem to fill;
there's only one way to fill it, you must swallow your pride pill.
That desolate, empty void in your heart can be filled only one way,
and Jesus is the missing part.
Humble yourself before the Lord, and He will lift you up.
Give your control to God, give your heart a tune-up.
Don't let your pride cause your soul's painful death.
Jesus already bore it all with His last breath.
It's by grace we are saved through faith, not your own doing.
Grace is a gift from God, that which I hope you are pursuing.
Copyright © Jessica Murphy | Year Posted 2025
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