And Evil Strong

selfish ambitions
vain conceit
this is the mold for a heart concrete.
focus on me, I, and myself
placing others below on the shelf
not taking action against the wrongs
we witness around us
all around us
so we become weak
we become weak
and evil strong

these are the lessons we are taught in this world:
the lucky hand is the fist that’s pried,
that last bit of candy
from the child who cried,
alone in dark,
pitifully whining,
hoping
someone would care.

It isn't my problem.
Why should I bother?
Injustice, wrong doing is everywhere.
It isn’t enough.
It just wouldn’t matter.
-the excuses silence our hearts

selfish ambitions
vain conceit
this is the mold for a heart concrete
focus on me, I and myself
placing others below on the shelf
not taking action against the wrongs
we witness around us
all around us
we will become weak
the “good” will be weak
and evil strong

It can’t endure.
evil won’t endure.
for Christ lived a selfless life
we must protest
we must fight
we must win
against
these wrongs

selfish ambitions
vain conceit
such has made my heart concrete
but it isn’t yet solid
not quite solid
it isn’t quite solid yet.

where is my focus?
myself, and I?
was it for this that Christ would die?
where is the cross?
can they see
beyond the dark wall
named after me?

Will my ambition, pride, conceit,
lose a battle
gain a defeat
for the king I long to serve
in return for the gift I don’t deserve?

Selfless ambitions
no conceit
I surrender
place you first
I surrender
yet somehow
despite of this
because of this
in the end
you let me win