When I sit in quiet and in peace -- though perhaps not peace in my own heart -- I am strongly aware of the fact that pride is my worst sin. Pride in that I think I can do my tasks well on my own; pride in that I do not admit my mistakes; pride in that I hesitate to ask questions at the risk of looking like a fool; pride in my dealings with others, where I make assumptions about their lifestyles, and become satisfied with myself for not being like them. C.S. Lewis said that "a cold, self-righteous prig who goes regularly to church may be far nearer to hell than a prostitute".

 Say my name

Say my name

And you will hear the hopes

And dreams

Of two lovers

Dreaming of the future

Say my name

And you will hear

The hybrid of two

Ideas that blossomed

And entwined

Say my name

And you will hear the scourge