I’m stuck between who I am and should be.
On the outside I have it together,
But on the in, it’s sin that consumes me.
Will I be stuck in this state forever?
I’m so quick to pass judgment on others,
Giving myself superiority.
But I’m the lowest of lowly brothers,
The least of these I am supposed to be.
And yet, the worst, myself I patronize,
But no change to me does it seem to bring,
And so, therefore, I’ve come to realize,
It does no good to let these sorrows ring.
So in the end, what matters most is this:
Don’t count your own, but count the other’s bliss.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
I’m stuck between who I am and should be.
On the outside I have it together,
But on the in, it’s sin that consumes me.
Will I be stuck in this state forever?
I’m so quick to pass judgment on others,
Giving myself superiority.
But I’m the lowest of lowly brothers,
The least of these I am supposed to be.
And yet, the worst, myself I patronize,
But no change to me does it seem to bring,
And so, therefore, I’ve come to realize,
It does no good to let these sorrows ring.
So in the end, what matters most is this:
Don’t count your own, but count the other’s bliss.
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