Death of Ego...

Behold I looked at my contribution with haughty eyes
I told myself apart from me they are all lies
I'm so special that I should get the praise
I worshiped my image looking at the vigor of my days
The potential of my hands who could be like me?
I deserved the light on my works and that no one could spite me
All the light should be mine, it is my show, my stage
All the comments should be about me on twitter, facebook, and myspace
When I sin my spirit wants out, yet my pride is all in
More and more to boost my ego recklessly fallin
The Lord is callin
Call, callin my name beckoning me to come back
Get back on track and put off the old and be last
Forget myself, that if I should look in the mirror I will see those in my rear view
Let go of gain, move past the memories of pain that my tears knew
Fear of being forgotten yet the Lord remembered me
During the time of pride He gladly dismembered me
All those times I cried I believed He rendered me
Useless, my well has dried but now He has restored me tenderly
He broke me down til there was nothing left
Til all I had to my name was the certificate of my death
Then the promise of my birth the realization of my life
The death of my ego, letting the rest the past strife
I boast no longer of the shattered dreams
Or the work of my hands transformed into tattered things
I look at my hands and the signature of His mark
I realize I am a work of art, forever near to His heart.