Why do I strive to heal every broken heart;
Do I really believe I'm the only white knight who's been sent
 to save each damsal in distress?
Why do I hunger to feed every starving child,
And be a father to a  fatherless world?
Is it because of God's Spirit flaring up in my soul,
Or simply to boost my fragile male ego;
Will I rejoice when His Kingdom has come back to earth
Or grieve because there's no kingdoms left to conquer?

Why do I preach on every soapbox and stage;
Why must I always be liked?
Why do I play to the crowd every scene?
Why can't I let a single windmill stand unchallenged?
Do I want to see the final dragon's head on the wall,
Or will I weep when there's none left to fight?
Is it because of God's Spirit flaring up in my soul,
Or simply to boost my fragile male ego;
Will I rejoice when His Kingdom has come back to earth
Or grieve because there's no kingdoms left to conquer?

Why do I fixate on what my legacy will be;
Can't the hope of eternity be sufficient?
Can I honestly say my reason for living
is to worship and enjoy my Creator;
Or is my unspoken,
 unacknowledged, 
unflattering,
 motivation to prove self-significance and worth?
If so, what does that say about my soul?