For my money, the idea that in our service we save ourselves (with the help of God, of course) is extremely conceited. In the end -- when Terry, at times, has nothing else going form him other than his heart's desire to serve -- he presents the best man has to offer ------ what he wants to do.
humility is the blessing we receive from God's gracious intervention. Perhpas it is the opposite of conceit. And what is conceit, dear Babby, if it not man being in love with himself.
JD
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Sent: Sun, 12 Jun 2005 19:54:11 -0600
Subject: Re: [TruthTalk] Dead to Sin
On Sun, 12 Jun 2005 19:03:14 -0500 Terry Clifton <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> writes:
ShieldsFamily wrote:Scripture..[says].."serve"... I'd say that's what you do. Even when tempted..
There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight
From the _disease of conceit_.
Whole lot of people struggling tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Comes right down the highway,
Straight down the line,
Rips into your senses
Through your body and your mind.
Nothing about it that's sweet,
The disease of conceit.
From the _disease of conceit_.
Whole lot of people struggling tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Comes right down the highway,
Straight down the line,
Rips into your senses
Through your body and your mind.
Nothing about it that's sweet,
The disease of conceit.
There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Steps into your room,
Eats your soul,
Over your senses
You have no control.
Ain't nothing too discreet
About of disease of conceit.
From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Steps into your room,
Eats your soul,
Over your senses
You have no control.
Ain't nothing too discreet
About of disease of conceit.
There's a whole lot of people dying tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of people crying tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Comes right out of nowhere
And you're down for the count
From the outside world,
The pressure will mount,
Turn you into a piece of meat,
The disease of conceit.
From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of people crying tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Comes right out of nowhere
And you're down for the count
From the outside world,
The pressure will mount,
Turn you into a piece of meat,
The disease of conceit.
Conceit is a disease
That the doctors got no cure
They've done a lot of research on it
But what it is, they're still not sure
That the doctors got no cure
They've done a lot of research on it
But what it is, they're still not sure
There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of people seeing double tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Give ya delusions of grandeur
And a evil eye
Give you idea that
You're too good to die,
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit.
Bob Dylan :: Copyright � 1989 Special Rider Music
From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of people seeing double tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Give ya delusions of grandeur
And a evil eye
Give you idea that
You're too good to die,
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit.
Bob Dylan :: Copyright � 1989 Special Rider Music
