[Verse 1] I learned to bow my head just right Knew when to close my eyes Knew how to sound like gratitude While measuring other lives I thanked You for Your mercy Then quietly kept score Somewhere in all that righteousness I started wanting more [Chorus] Save me from the pride of being humble From admiring how low I bow From giving You the glory Then keeping some somehow If holiness just makes me love My own reflection more Then I've turned Your house of mercy Into one more trophy store [Verse 2] I knew the verses, knew the language Knew the proper things to say Could spot another man's condition From half a church away I called discernment wisdom When comparison was underneath It's easy to look righteous When pride has learned to speak [Chorus] Save me from the pride of being humble From admiring how low I bow From giving You the glory Then keeping some somehow If holiness just makes me love My own reflection more Then I've turned Your house of mercy Into one more trophy store [Verse 3] Pride doesn't always enter With its shoulders squared and high Sometimes it carries Scripture And never meets your eye Sometimes it fasts on Tuesday Sometimes it serves all week Sometimes it whispers, "Look at them" While pretending not to speak [Bridge] Strip away the audience Strip away the score Take the little pedestal I built beside Your door Let every good thing in me Point somewhere past my name If anyone sees holiness Let Jesus get the fame [Verse 4] I don't want less devotion I want less of me in it Less concern with being noticed More concern with being changed Teach me quiet obedience That doesn't need applause A life that looks like Jesus And forgets to count the cost [Final Chorus] Save me from the pride of being humble From admiring how low I bow From giving You the glory Then keeping some somehow If holiness just makes me love My own reflection more Then I've missed the heart of grace So break the mirror, Lord And let me see Your face [Outro] Not less holy Just less proud Not less faithful Just less loud
