Self-Pity has been whispering in my ear. He is sneaky, disguising his voice to be another, like a well-meaning friend, but false. He has been saying, “You’re tired Mark. You’re tired of falling. You’re tired of trying to get back up. You are just tired of it all. Feel the exhaustion in your bones, in your soul? Just lie there. Settle for what you got. Give up.”
Oh what I would do to have
The kind of strength it takes
to stand before a giant
With just a sling and a stoneSurrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors
Shaking in their armor
Wishing they’d have had the strength to standBut the giant’s calling out my name
And he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times
I’ve tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me
Time and time again. “Boy you’ll never win!”But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story
The Voice of Truth says, “Do not be afraid!”
And the Voice of Truth says, “This is for My glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of Truth— Casting Crowns, “Voice of Truth”
I know who trips me. I know who picks me back up. I know who gives me energy. I know.
Begone Self-Pity! Get out of my head. Resentment and Bitterness, you go too. Take Pride and Fear with you. I belong to Him. His is the only voice I will listen to.
I can do everything through him who gives me strength.
— Philippians 4:13