Killing Me Softly

How there is too much of me

For the world Your love to see

Oh, how often I do boast

And the downtrodden I roast

Puffed up so, this idol, me

That there is no room for Thee

So, please kill me softly, Lord

May my life prove you're adored

Kill me softly with Your song

Sung with You—where I belong.