Humble strength

HIgh school retreat spoken word

Let me just sit in my seat and not make a sound. Pridefully wear a frown on my face and follow the crowd. Cross my arms in the hall, and stare at the ground. Here Jesus, let me just put on your crown and serve myself as of you didn’t turn my life around. Can I wear your robe of white, pretend I can save my own life, like my ego is my source of light? Here let me go and force the blind mans sight... cuz I can’t pray if no one hears the clever phrases I say. Jesus, can I use your love and grace for my own fame? Let them recognize my face before your holy name? So your Holy Spirit comes with great powers... Well let’s hear it, it’s attention my flesh devours. Is it true that you come with miraculous gifts? Like I too have miracles at the edge of my finger tips? God, I either take advantage of your power, or let someone else handle it like a coward. But there’s a healthy in-between. Humble strength that’s not about me. Humble and strength don’t mix in our society. Forgiveness leaves them on the edge of their seat. Violence leads us to turn the other cheek. Doesn’t make sense to love my enemy. But I’m only loving them the way God loves me.

Humility is an attitude. Naturally it’s hard to do. But may I remind you, you serve a God that became man. A God that chose to suffer through the pain. The author of life humbling himself to be slain. I have the sword of the spirit. Humbly, I won’t draw my sword til I need it. Til Gods voice roars and I hear it. Til I can’t defeat it. He builds strength out of weakness, Grows faith that’s nearly seedless. Now let me become less and He become more. Meet God at the bench press and lift til we’re sore. Cuz humble gains are no stress when God is your mentor. I know pride won’t impress even the most swoll. If I’m self obsessed I’ll hit a plateau. Why not train with the best, records my results, progress, and be stronger... than before.