Root and tear out the poisonous weed
of self-righteousness,
and show me my utter nothingness;
Keep me sensible of my sinnership;
Sink me into penitence and self-abhorance;
Break the Dagon of pride in pieces
before the ark of thy presence;
Demolish the Babel of self-opinion,
and scatter it to the wind;
Level to the ground my Jericho walls
of a rebel heart;
Then grace, grace, will be my experience and cry.
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