Reformat.. Poem by Trevor Schulte

As I pass through the walls that bound my path,
I shudder in the fear of my Savior's wrath.
Trembling I stand with pride holding me up.
Pride that defeats a humbled act
and forces my own freed will to push on.
Must I fall victim to a lie I tell,
as I am swept away with humanities' impel,
polishing and shining
the truth that I want to sell.
Oh the prideful pain pushes perfection aside,
as I lock my joints, continuing my stride
To love myself is all I tend to put forth;
so conceited I walk the walk;
egotised to speak with reverence of myself.
When oh when will my locked knees bend,
at what point will I kneel to the Savior's feet,
admitting my utter defeat,
to the Power that surpresses my lies;
to the Love who'll guide my life?
Break me Lord, shatter this facade,
let me praise the One True God.
Hold me in content to the words I give out.
Push my soul to the brink of rationality,
where I will tread the verge of immortality.
Wash my blinded eyes with purtity that stands clear,
make my heart kneel in Your presence in awed fear.
Pull my paths to unity
to point towards the signalized opportunity,
to live forever and a day
in the humbled heaven community.