My pride is at odds with your glory
Two sides of the same scale
Showing to whom I avail
Higher
The higher I esteem myself
Makes you lower in my mind
Looking back I don’t find
You looking up
When you found me in my sin
As a beggar for your grace
I looked up at your face
Above me, in your rightful place
How much do you love wealth?
Enough to poison your water and sky?
Enough to leave children to die?
Enough to endanger your own health?
Like a dragon on a glittering hoard
Shutting your ears to all pleas
Seeing poverty as a disease
The poor are not who are deplored
Find again the fear of God
Not wealth, but Him adore
Only in Him your soul secure
In all else evil is found