Blessed are the poor in spirit, 
For theirs is the kingdom of heaven

Let me forget myself
Though I never forget the wrong I have done,
Though the scars of my redeemed bondage
Cry out for compassion, spur me on,
Guard my heart, unsheathe the Sword,
Still, let me forget myself 

The memory is bitter, but it will help me to savor your sweetness.

If I think on my own sin, let it be for the praise of Thy complete mercy
If I think on my own need, let it be for the glory of Thy true provision
If I think on my own service, let it be as a fingerprint of Thy manifest grace

Humility isn't thinking less of yourself or putting yourself down, it's not thinking of yourself at all. It's self-forgetfulness because you're so focused on God and others. 

Now kill the pride in penitent guise
I am neither much, nor little, but naught
The Accuser employs self-preoccupation 
In both its high and lowly form 

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, 
weak and wounded, sick and sore; 
Jesus ready stands to save you, 
full of pity, love, and pow'r. 

The Almighty has no need of me; I make no vows
Still, I will not wallow in filthy rags
I cast them off and beg for Thy robes of righteousness
No stranger in Thy presence
A welcome supplicant, I come

Why are you cast down, O my soul, 
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation
and my God

I cast my every care on Thee
Grateful, humble, open-handed 
The Lord owns me; He owes me not
Yet has given me all in Christ
I will bless His every response

Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus, who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men. 

With echoes of Thy surrender, I give all
I do not pursue my own legacy
I do not fear the abuse of my rights
I seek no reciprocation
All that I do, I do in Thy power,
Completely and forever secure in Thy love

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

Make Thyself my every thought,
Oh Christ!
My every thought


inspiration from: Matthew 5:3; St. Augustine's Confessions, Brad Bigney 2018 sermon series, “Upside-Down Living”; Hymn: “Come Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy”; Psalms 42:5; Philippians 2:5-7; Hymn: “Jesus, Lover of My Soul”