I
pray someday Your perfection
Will
take root in my heart.
I
offer up my prayers in hope
That
I’ll see a new start.
Yet,
as each amen has been said
I
rise up from my knee
To
cast disdainful thoughts at those
With
whom I disagree.
I
think I see You in myself,
But
not in other folk.
To
think that You could love them, too…
That
has to be a joke.
For
they are not of a like mind
As
I think they should be,
So
they must be unworthy of
The
grace I seek for me.
It’s
not that I am without sin,
But
my sin’s not as bad
As
those who see things differently
From
the views that I’ve had.
I
tell myself that I’m better,
That
my choices are true,
But,
while I might deceive myself,
I
am not fooling You.
Lord,
set me back upon my knee
That
I might better see
I
cannot fill my heart with You,
If
it’s wrapped up in me.
1
John 1: 8
If
we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.
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