In pride living large upon the tops of mountains;
In pride I moved ahead and
soon found myself in company with the wicked.
My heart grew dark with the ways of this world
I stumbled and fell, dashed open my head.
My wounds cried out and your grace came to rescue.
In humility I found joy.
I’ll inhabit my smallness before you
I’ll live in the dust I am made of.
From there your hand lifts me
To abide in the place you went to prepare.