Humanity is of the world, humility is of the Lord.
How often do you fall down?
Useless and feeling like a frown?
Maybe this life just wasn’t for you
And giving up is the thing to do
Not realizing just what that says
Intimating that you’re the only one who pays
To think that no one will mourn your loss
You think nothing of the true cost
How often will He pick you up?
Unrelenting in His drive to help you at His table sup?
Mayhap you will find it not so hard to find
Indeed, reaching out for aid when in a bind
Letting others see how weak you are
It isn’t something the help you should let bar
To those who will lend aid you might find
You have helped them their own hurts to bind