[00:01.04]Be Thou exalted over my reputation [00:06.42]‘Cause applause is a poor form of soul medication [00:11.36]And I’ve tried it for years but my symptoms remain [00:17.48]Still fretting the day that they’ll misplace my name [00:20.42]Still selling my soul for American fame [00:23.55]Treating the promotion of Jesus like a well oiled machine [00:26.67]Advancing His kingdom just to snag some acclaim [00:34.55]Now I’m both comforted and haunted that it isn’t just me though [00:41.86]I see a nation of people needing to feed their own egos [00:45.67]Parading status like steeples [00:48.36]Do we not know it’s evil to love ourselves more than both God [00:52.98]And His people [00:57.86]But see here’s where you turn this poem on it’s head [01:05.23]‘Cause the greatest among us came as servant instead [01:11.11]And You humbled Yourself to the point of Your death [01:17.11]Apparently love for the Father’s glory runs red [01:24.24]So friends will we point to the Son till our own flames grow dim [01:29.67]Will our bright lights become merely nightlights near Him [01:35.49]Words echo once let them echo again [01:41.86]Be Thou exalted over my reputation