Life isn’t fair, or so they say,
and I suppose it’s true.
After all, I don’t know why
I can’t be built like you.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be;
my plans have gone awry.
I signed up for the life you have,
while mine just makes me sigh.
You are so together, girl,
how do you do it all?
You always stay on top of things;
you make me feel so small.
You seem to have a plan in mind,
and things fall into place.
My plans keep slipping out the door,
and slamming in my face.
I’ve tried to copy what you do,
but it’s to no avail.
Success for you, but not for me,
it seems I’m doomed to fail.
These, the thoughts that plagued my mind
and worried at my soul.
Until one day I understood
the folly of my goal.
I am not you! Ah—there’s a thought!
And neither are you me!
My gifts aren’t yours and yours aren’t mine—
at last I think I see!
You look like you and that’s okay;
I’m me in my own way.
I’m made to be just who I am,
with my own words to say.
It’s God who made us who we are,
and He who leads our paths.
He knows just where our feet should fall
and if we need decaf!
He didn’t send us here
to lead a happy life.
He didn’t say, “Be just like her
and you’ll be free from strife.”
We’re all quite different
as our lives have surely testified.
And all He asks is that our living
shows Him glorified.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 2:36 AM UTC
Life isn’t fair, or so they say,
and I suppose it’s true.
After all, I don’t know why
I can’t be built like you.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be;
my plans have gone awry.
I signed up for the life you have,
while mine just makes me sigh.
You are so together, girl,
how do you do it all?
You always stay on top of things;
you make me feel so small.
You seem to have a plan in mind,
and things fall into place.
My plans keep slipping out the door,
and slamming in my face.
I’ve tried to copy what you do,
but it’s to no avail.
Success for you, but not for me,
it seems I’m doomed to fail.
These, the thoughts that plagued my mind
and worried at my soul.
Until one day I understood
the folly of my goal.
I am not you! Ah—there’s a thought!
And neither are you me!
My gifts aren’t yours and yours aren’t mine—
at last I think I see!
You look like you and that’s okay;
I’m me in my own way.
I’m made to be just who I am,
with my own words to say.
It’s God who made us who we are,
and He who leads our paths.
He knows just where our feet should fall
and if we need decaf!
He didn’t send us here
to lead a happy life.
He didn’t say, “Be just like her
and you’ll be free from strife.”
We’re all quite different
as our lives have surely testified.
And all He asks is that our living
shows Him glorified.