Humble Yourself

I raised my hands like a priest on parade

But I craved the cheers more than the Ancient of Days

I bowed my head but stood inside—

I wore the light like a disguise

Am I chasing Him, or chasing praise?

Do I serve the Lamb, or just love the stage?

When the room goes quiet, what’s left of me?

Humble yourself—before you’re brought to your knees!

Humble yourself! (You’re not the light!)

You're not the source—just a flicker at night!

Strip the pride before it rots your soul—

Humble yourself… let Him make you whole!

I sang like a prophet, I dressed like a king

But the songs I wrote were offerings to me

Every “Amen” felt like a throne

And I bowed to the echo like I was alone

I looked the part — hands clean, smile tight

But I fed my pride in the dead of night

I lifted my eyes, but not my heart—

A holy shell with a prideful spark

Would I still sing if the crowd turned away?

Would I still kneel with no one to say:

"Look how bold, how strong, how true!"

Humble yourself—He’s not impressed with you!

This ain’t obedience—it’s PR for pride

A sanctified stage where your soul can hide

You quote the truth—but live the lie—

HUMBLE YOURSELF OR BE BURIED ALIVE.

Humble yourself! (You’ve faked too long!)

You polished sin with a worship song

But grace ain't earned, and fire reveals—

Only the broken know what's real!

Humble yourself! (You’ve faked too long!)

You polished sin with a worship song

But grace ain't earned, and fire reveals—

Only the broken know what's real!

I raised my hands… but hid my pride

Said “He must increase”… while I climbed

He tore the curtain… not to boast

So I fall to the floor — and let Him know…