Too proud to live

I met a man who boasted of his prayers
And of the great good works that he would do
He wrote to someone dying  in despair
Who are you that I should pray for you?

This puts him on a level with the Lord
He  will not pray for us, he bears contempt
He  will not let the free flow of his words
Add to the songs of love all  heaven sent

But who is going to be the Judge of all?
Who can ask us rightly, who are you?
No human being  is too low, too small
For God to use them in his retinue.

The man who judges others, his self harms
Fascinated by the image of his charms.