I’d Rather Be Humble
I’d rather be humble than wealthy with fame,
Than known by a world that won’t shoulder its blame.
I’d rather be grounded than living too fast,
Rather understand than keep judging the past.
I’d rather be humble than lifted up high,
Than praised by a crowd while living a lie.
I’d rather be filled with a purpose I trust,
Than stand on a stage built of ego and lust.
I’d rather be humble than certain I’m right,
Than speak without listening, lead without light.
I’d rather be teachable, welcoming love,
And never let pride pretend it’s enough.
I’d rather be humble than driven by more,
Than measuring life by what’s kept and ignored.
I’d rather be content and give my soul rest,
Than rich in desire, as if I earned this mess.
Humility changes the game in a way.
It softens the strong and lifts those who sway.
It doesn’t demand that its flag be flown high,
Yet somehow speaks louder than those who still try.
It heals without noise, it leads without force,
It builds what won’t crumble and honors remorse.
It bends without breaking, it conquers the wind,
Long after the spotlight has faded and dimmed.
No status, nor wealth, nor sermons spoken loud…
None of it matters before Heaven’s crowd.
Treasures and comfort won’t nourish your soul;
God looks for the heart that surrenders control.
Humility holds the key to a dust-covered lock.
When the doorbell is broken, we forget how to knock.
A teacher of abundance, an escape from the tomb,
A master at opening every locked room.
The most content hearts have learned something real:
Without gratitude, life becomes something you steal.
I may not have it all by the world’s grand display,
But I have more than enough, and grace made it that way.
So I’ll choose it each morning, in victory and loss.
Let humility guide me beneath the cross.
No hate, no anger, no “what about me?”
I’d rather be humble than who I might be.
