I give you thanks, O Lord, with divided heart;
because I have earned all I have.
I acknowledge your goodness with my mouth
but in my heart, I boast of my success,
for I have achieved all things
by my strength and intellect.
I have depended on no one but myself
I have manufactured my life.
This is the way of the world,
as the mighty seek to justify their existence.
I curate an image,
proclaiming my greatness.
Believing myself high, I pretend to be low,
perfecting the humblebrag.
Though I walk through trouble,
I will cling to what I have achieved.
Denying my radical dependence,
I hoard, greedy, taking all credit and blame.
I will fulfill my purpose;
but my greatest accomplishments fade with my life,
and the work of my hands is forsaken.