This awful 'I'

Lord, remove the beam in my eye
bend this awful 'I'
that notices the speck in others
without ruffling my own dirty feathers

Make me humble
to hold you when I fumble
not say 'I' can do it
when I'm already deep down in the pit

Rid me of this miserable 'me'
'tis really my greatest enemy
but I know my key to happiness
is to be free from my utter selfishness

Help me lay down my life
with no bitterness or strife
taking up my cross
counting my gain as loss