From Pride To Faith
To learn to be grateful,
to me means to be humbled.
Life has a funny way,
of doing exactly as they say,
have gratitude
and you will receive in magnitude,
lessons on life that hold true.
I have faith in you.
Watch as I stumble,
hear me roll and rumble,
like thunder I am heard,
as I look to the skies
my vision is blurred,
by the mistakes that litter my path,
I can feel other's wrath.
Drop me to my knees
and show me all there is to see.
Take my will and my life
and humble me.
Take my faults of character,
take my hand as I walk down this corridor,
as the path grows smaller,
be my scholar.
Guide me towards trading my pride
for going along with the ride.
As I'm knocked down,
I let go of my crown.
I'm no longer queen of this place,
I've traded silk and lace,
for a new way to feel,
press down on the seal.
I have changed,
no longer caged,
by pride and pain.
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