Apr 2014
Sometimes I look at myself
And ask “Lord, why this, why that;
And I am blinded from the world
And where it’s really at.
Why must my house be so small
While others’ very great?
And though my words seem meaningful
My heart is full of hate.
Why must my wardrobe be so scarce,
I wish I did have more?
And some kids have a pair of pants,
Two tops and nothing more.
Sometimes I am ponderous
Of why I have asked “why?”
And when I look back o’er my life
I do so with a sigh.
Lord, forgive me when I act this way
I’ve been this way since birth.
I know You can forgive
‘Cause Your greatness fills the earth.
#1_ 12/9/10
And ask “Lord, why this, why that;
And I am blinded from the world
And where it’s really at.
Why must my house be so small
While others’ very great?
And though my words seem meaningful
My heart is full of hate.
Why must my wardrobe be so scarce,
I wish I did have more?
And some kids have a pair of pants,
Two tops and nothing more.
Sometimes I am ponderous
Of why I have asked “why?”
And when I look back o’er my life
I do so with a sigh.
Lord, forgive me when I act this way
I’ve been this way since birth.
I know You can forgive
‘Cause Your greatness fills the earth.
#1_ 12/9/10
If you're like most middle class people, you've had one or more of those episodes where you wish you had more. Right? This was my first poem. I wrote it almost four years ago after I had taught my self a lesson in thankfulness.
