Die to self
Proverbs 16:18 New English Translation (NET Bible)
18 Pride goes before destruction,
and a haughty spirit before a fall.
“Die to self”: my battle cry as the trumpet I seem to swallow
I know the reason why? As my inner-man seems too hollow
“Conviction by self-invented” cannot last for a day or two
As death to self is circumvented ignoring what it takes to do
Founded on self-satisfaction my house of cards waves in the wind
My lust and greed the distraction of things I thought should have been
Victory is nowhere to be found and self-made trophies on the shelf
Preparing me for another round of thinking of myself to be so swell
“Love me, not a problem” although others don’t fall for it
In my solemn environment “the parade of emptiness” is what fits
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