Michael P. Johnson (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

How foolish are your songs of pride
When Jesus seeks to come inside
Humble yourself reject your shame
Receive my Spirit’s purging flame

No child of mine will come to fall
Just those who think to know it all
My face from these I’ll surely hide
For as I live I hate false pride

There’s nought of self that man can boast
Your strength is of The Holy Ghost
He comes quite free no price to pay
But that you love and walk my way

Your pride is sin to holy eyes
Like shameful lust and evil lies
But yet there is a pride sin free
The sort mankind can have in me

With heads aloft I see the proud
I see them dance to please the crowd
Arrogant flesh walking alone
Devoid of truth in hearts of stone

My humble children understand
No haughty fool can dwell my land
Through pride their knees refuse to bend
And fail to see their dreadful end

The prince of pride who’s of the night
Was once to me a great delight
But pride took hold with sin’s desire
Now he awaits eternal fire

Obey my child when now I call
Allow through Christ your pride to fall
Receive the cup He brings you free
Drink deep His blood of victory…