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.


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