When Christ gains the ascendency,
self goes down to defeat,
at Jesus' feet,
where it deserves to be.
For this ugly customer
blocks the good we
otherwise might do.
So, don't go a day
without praying thus:
Dear Lord, let it be --
increasingly --
less of me,
and more of Thee.
Too much sermonizing,
do you think?
But this poem I have to do.
Saying any less,
would not to my God
be faithful, true.