I can get so caught up in my troubles
I complain and cop a negative attitude
sometimes for months God becomes
an afterthought even on my most difficult
days of conflicts, I’ll refuse to bow
because of my pride.

I experience this high, hard to come by
calm feeling, a a fresh level of courage
that’s foreign to me. I don’t want to lose
that excitement, so I hang on to my dear pride
like it’s my last resort, then somewhere during
the storm I’ll get a word from God that knocks me
off my high horse and remind me to put
Him first before I fall off the wagon.