Texty: October Light. Break My Pride.

This is the big break down and I'm in it.
This is the big shake up and it's me that's
on the choppin' block, likin' it or not,
I'm in a wilderness cold as the Iditarod.
This is the crucible and I'm the burning brand,
child crushed and caressed by the Father's hand.

(2x)
Break my pide, for I don't want it.
Go stip me naked, heal all that's aching.
Break my pride, for I don't want it.
It's not me who's capable, it's you who's merciful.

My heart is filthy oh, I kind of like it though.
I'm hearin voices, talking in stereo.
One's like a siren's song slowly seducing me,
one's like a lullaby, I wanna close my eyes.

If I would be His son He calls follow me and die,
in Christ I have a place but there is none for my pride.
I must admit I nearly didn't get the message clear,
because a proud man finds God hard to hear.
I didn't heed the word He had to use a mega-phone
to get the message home, I know that I am not my own.

(2x)
Break my pide, for I don't want it.
Go stip me naked, heal all that's aching.
Break my pride, for I don't want it.
It's not me who's capable, it's you who's merciful.

Thank you Lord, it's all yours, I give it all back to you.
Here's my corwn, burn it down.
It's You in the first place who gave me the breath to live