Youíll soon learn that Iím a contrary person.
If you did say, ďIím the Demonsí Worst Nightmare.Ē
A red light comes on, and I say, ďHow can that be, Hon?Ē
You and I, weíre only Godís creation; your pride is my dare!
It is not our doing; it is the ĎHoly Spirití that lives within us.
Surely, itís His spirit that is the demonsí worst nightmare.
Canít you see, Iím just being me, and please donít cuss!
Iím a sinner, too, a castaway, and Iím without flair.
So I say to mankind, ďDonít want you choosing me.Ē
I donít want to be exalted. I only want to be Godís servant
Mankind clamors to be first, yet Christ says itís better not to be.
Why bicker over who is the greatest? Surely, we have no talent.
It all belongs to Him; the way to Him isnít in awards or contests
Such things allow pride to come our way, so we can trip over it.
And our conceit creates discontent, jealousy, and protests.
Allow me to write, to be read, but not to become a hit.
Yet, Iíll still enter contests to be read and to help others.
Competition makes me strive, and I become better for doing it.
Yet, it might leave in its wake bitterness, casualties and druthers.
Itís gain. Iíve learned and pain makes me stronger, I have to admit
Helps me understand the best reward isnít from having won a race.
It is doing my best. Itís loving, caring, or even singing a hymn.
And I know that the Lord loves me, and my defeat, I can face.
Those having contests judge, but God also judges them.