See Through Me to You
Everyday of my life pride and God fight a war.
God supplies me a little, but I grab for more.

Tempted by popularity, glory and gold

I place myself in the spotlight and shove God out the door.

But the strongest desire of my heart is to die and no longer preach one thing and then live a lie.

I must humbly submit my will daily to Christ.

Turn the spotlight away and make this my heart's cry.

So when I pass through, may my name be forgot, may the words that I spoke, be as though I had not.

I will plan every step.

So in all that I do, Jesus,

None would see me, but see through me to you.