Lowly am I, for I am nothing without Christ.
My life is fleeing, like a fly inside of his house.
I am but a coach roach , for my life is fleeing.
For only he can transform me into something special.
But the Glory is not mine to take but all his my King.
For I am lowly and nothing about me is good.
For I am like a ***** old, fill with my own sin.
But my Savior came and save me from eternal death.
So yes of course I shall brag about being nothing.
Because without the Christ my God I am nothing.
For even the simplest things become hard for me at times.