Pride and arrogance are the instruments of my undoing,
for it is only His love that provides renewing.
Trying to be the answer to all that you need only made things worse,
thinking myself a blessing when I was really a curse.
I assumed that my love was strong and had power to be real,
but it is by His love by which we are healed.
Made in His image, my love is only a reflection of what He has in store,
as a black widow's web, my safety net only kept you from more.
For we all must fall and suffer the bitterness of defeat,
robbing you of the sweetness of His grace, blocking truth with deceit.
Making to myself a god in which through my love all things are made right,
when He already sent the one and only true light.