You said in your heart, “I will ascend to the heavens; I will raise my throne above the stars of God;

Although the peoples roar like the roar of surging waters, when he rebukes them they flee far away, driven before the wind like chaff on the hills, like tumbleweed before a gale.

Lord God my Father,

Keep me from growing prideful as you give me the strength I carry. Everything good in me comes from you. Allow your quiet, powerful voice to rest on me and show me how to only reflect you in my intentions.

In Jesus name I pray,

Amen