Prisoner To Pride
Prisoner To Pride
This is my life and I am in control,
who needs submission when I already have it all.
Why would God bless me, with all these things.
Just look around you, I'm living like a King.
Who needs to repent, confess or obey?
I have more than I need, and I don't even pray.
Now God had been listening to this ungrateful display.
and took all that he owned, and locked it all away.
Then God said to him, "your a prisoner to your pride".
When humility finds it's place, deep inside your heart
it will free you from all the sin that festers from inside.
Copyright © Wayne Underwood | Year Posted 2018
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