Thinking of Me

Lord let me see only myself,

Though that may sound perverse.
Thinking of others can, at times,
Turn out to be much worse.
 
I mean, when I think of someone
Who seems greater than me,
And dwell on all the things they have
Or what they’ve come to be,
 
Then I will find that I seem less
Than who I was before,
Though I’ve not changed, I’m who I was.
Not someone to abhor.
 
Or I might linger smugly on
One whose plight is far worse,
And there’s no doubt vanity is
A soul destroying curse.
 
Again, I know I have not changed
From who I was before.
Though either case may make me feel
That I am less or more.
 
Thus I cry out, Lord, help me keep
My thoughts on only me.
For I am blessed in my own life,
And that I clearly see.