We, The Kings

“Because man is born a rebel, he is unaware that he is one. His constant assertion of self, as far as he thinks of it at all appears to him a perfectly normal thing. He is willing to share himself, sometimes even to sacrifice himself for a desired end, but never to dethrone himself. No matter how far down the scale of social acceptance he may slide, he is still in his own eyes a king on a throne, and no one, not even God, can take that throne from him.” –A. W. Tozer The Knowledge of the Holy

I am,
I am who I love best
I am the best
I may sometimes look at myself in the mirror
And say You’re ugly or You’re stupid
But I am,
I am who I love best
I look out for number one
I care most about myself
I agree You are great
You are amazing
But please don’t tell me You Are—
You are who I should love best
Appease me,
I’ll run along side of you
I’ll tell people about you
But don’t ask me to go that far
Yes yes, You Are
Are you happy now?
But I am
I am too.
You Are and I Am
Happy together right?
Come on.
Damn.
Wrong again.
You Are.
I’m Not.
You Are.