Take me to lower ground 

I give up this high place of conceit

A place among those ordinary souls I never wanted to be 

You, glorious and worthy of all conceit and praise chose a place among us

Yet I who truly belong amongst the rest elevated myself in pride 

But, like a seed begging to fruit 

I too sought glory before my time 

And now…

I despise the glory 

I don’t want it 

It doesn’t suit me here 

It all feels wrong

It’s supposed to be yours 

So I ask humbly, take me low with you Jesus 

To the place where you left your throne to save us

Show me that Heart 

Teach me the Way

I give up my pride

Let this be the day,

to myself,

I finally die