Awaiting Glorification

What's worse than aiding someone,
Is to call it a favour,
To express they'd have no hope,
If you hadn't been their saviour,
To believe in your dominance,
Over the good they shall see,
And to expect being lauded,
They defining your glory,
For what you have done for them,
Expecting in return,
Presenting that all you ever did,
Was for the reward you'd earn,
They might just be considerate enough,
To believe in all this themself,
Your declaration might ruin the respect,
In their heart they must have held.