swallow my pride

Call me to your thrown,

I know I’ve sinned today.

Rid me of myself,

my head hangs low.

Call me to your arms,

for I’ve been gone for far too long.

I need your grace,

before it’s too late.

I’m sensing the end is near,

I can smell it in the air.

Like a storm on the horizon,

I know I’m not okay.

Death is near and I,

am struggling to swallow my pride.

For once this will of my to live,

Is the source of all my sin.

If I don’t let go,

I’ll regret it forever.

Yet I can’t find a way to uncurl my fingers.

My death grip on this life,

Is the source of all my crime.

For the fear of letting go,

has become my single woe.