Jesus, it's hard for me to put me on the shelf.
To be honest, I do enjoy talking about myself.
I do some very interesting things, you know.
And, after all, others even tell me so!
Still, I have this disturbing feeling that I really need to grow!
And then, you exemplify humility, and I groan, "Oh no!"
The truth is, I am also interested in what other people do.
I have to admit it, other people have very interesting lives, too.
If I were to be really honest about what is true,
I'd have to admit, I'm somewhere between "Always talk about me," and "Always talk about you."
I know, I know, balance is the thing.
Why not listen to someone else sing.
Why not mend someone else's broken wing?
Yet, so tenaciously, to me I cling!
My pride! My pride! It has such an awful sting!
Even if no one tells me about the prideful pain I bring,
I wonder: Why would you bring me the best robe, the fattened calf, new sandals, and your signet ring?
Though I don't act like it, I really know I don't deserve a thing.
I know you don't want me to grovel like a pathetic worm.
How often your love for me you do confirm.
Still, my talents are like the egg, and my pride is like the sperm.
These will birth my sin of pride, when that pregnancy has gone full term.
Still, what do I have that did not come from you?
Without you, there is nothing I could ever do.
Jesus, do you intend to break me? Is there something awful you need to put me through?
Let John sit down with you and tell you all about that amazing day when he was shown the end of the ages by Jesus Christ.
"Secret of the Psalms."
Walk through the book of "Psalms," and watch in amazement as prophecy after prophecy predicts the life of Jesus in astonishing detail.
Laugh and cry with Jeffery as he discovers that because Jesus really rose from death, death is no longer some terrible enemy to fear, and Jesus loves him and wants to be his very best friend.