No Silver Spoon

What dumpster life, no steak knife, nay, a silver spoon.
But yea, bronze at least, always ready to feast.
Never knew suffering, so call me spoiled, I ain't stuttering.
I won't fight it, no, judge me all you want bro.
But there is one I'll gladly inherit, the greatest merit, now hear, I'll share it.
It's that heritage of faith, lifting me from my hermitage.
One that I'll run to chase, just in case I try and stay taller.
For upon the cross, I'll fall to thee ever so smaller.
Come swiftly to break that ladder, from top to bottom, all that will matter.
Tis one audience, one to satisfy, my Lord Jesus Christ, forever to thee.