Merciful Father, Do not let pride swell my heart. My body is made from the mire beneath my feet, the dust to which I shall return. In body I am no better than the vilest reptile. Whatever difference of form and intellect is mine, is a free grant of Thy goodness. Base as I am as a creature , I am lower as a sinner . Sin's deformity . . . is stamped upon me, darkens my brow, touches me with corruption. How can I flaunt myself proudly? Lowest abasement is my due place, for I am less than nothing before Thee Help me to see myself in Your sight, then pride must wither, decay, die, perish! Humble my heart before Thee and replenish it with Thy choicest gifts. Keep me humble, meek, lowly.
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