[Verse 1]
Pride, a monster lurking deep within,
Feeds on theological debate and sin.
It whispers softly, "you are always right,"
Blinding us to truth and inner light.

[Verse 2]
The cynic's eye sees error everywhere,
With fault-finding as its constant affair.
It tears apart what love would hold as one,
Till grace reminds us what the Lord has done.

[Verse 3]
But let us not be consumed by pride,
Let love and compassion be our guide.
Encouragement, not fault-finding, let us sow,
With hearts that shine with Christ's eternal glow.

[Bridge]
Not by strength that rises from within,
Not by louder voices in the din,
But by mercy falling like the rain,
Breaking every throne of pride and gain.

[Final Chorus]
Still this proud heart, gentle Lord, by Your sovereign hand;
Break the throne I built in blindness where my restless thoughts would stand.
Fill my mind with quiet mercy, let Your kindness reign;
Till the war inside is silenced by the glory of Your name.

[Outro]
In the silence of the soul
Where the hidden battles start,
There remains a quiet kingdom
Where Your grace has stilled my heart.