Gratitude

With gratitude come fill my heart
     And drive away my pride;
By Spirit, come, to me impart
     The death for me Christ died.

For in His death my pride is killed,
     And I am emptied out
That gratitude may my heart fill
     To cast away my doubt.

Our doubt by pride is always fed
     As Adam testifies,
And Satan’s pride in Adam led
     To fruit by which he died.

But Jesus in humility
     Our gratitude restores;
Filled with His fruit from His Cross Tree
     Our spirit with Him soars.