I guess I let myself believe
That the outside might just bleed its way in

you're better than me

you give me the grace to put on airs
like a child pretending to be all grown up
spouting what's fashionable, knowledgeable

but truly my pride gets in the way
i pose and preen, my vanity is evident

and i realize truly how small i am.


And I still pray when I look in Your eyes
You'd stare right back down
Into something beautiful

Lord keep me humble

(listening to something beautiful: jars of clay)