We worry about the day —
our choice and our way —
questioning ourselves, anyway.
We look through our own eyes —
we judge ourselves; we chastise —
and we find things we despise.
We take a closer look —
into the heart the world took —
and see that we are far from our good book.
We hate ourselves as we see —
as we strive to be like He —
the perfection we cannot be.
Since we are feeling down —
as the smile turns to heavy frown —
we destroy someone else’s crown.
Religious, we say we are —
the rule keepers; the best by far —
as we carry the personal score card.
We find fault in every way —
in the people and the day —
showing we’re not as godly as we say.
We pride ourselves with love —
the kind sent from the Lord above —
yet, we hate with that thereof?
