Herding Cats

I’m sometimes sanctimonious,

Though I’ve no grounds to be.
I find that I’m willfully blind
To truths I ought to see.
I tend to put off, for today,
The things I ought to do
And I’ve been known to jump head first
In what I should think through.
I’m willful and pre-occupied
And scattered here and there.
In fact, I tend to lose track of
What I’m doing and where.
I talk before I start to think
And then things come out wrong.
It’s not unheard of I’d stick my nose
Where it does not belong.
It’s just like herding cats most days
To stay on the right track
And that’s why I’m so grateful, Lord,
That You’ve got this cat’s back.