I used to think I was doing good,
Then came, something to compare myself to.
If you only understood,
That has its ups and downs as my goto.
In one hand, I know where I can grow,
But in the other, I’m such a failure.
I inevitably will either plateau,
Or crash, or find my savior.
There are three outcomes I see,
Only one seems favorable,
The other two look so unfree,
These facts are surely averrable.
Thank God I’m among such quality people,
His will is the best place I can stand.
Not just stand – run! Even up a steep hill.
He’s put me here and I’m guided by His hand.
I will always look pretty decent,
If I compare to the right ones.
This is not new – not recent,
A tradition, on and on it runs.
Balance, a difficult achievement.
Either I’m feeling low or high.
My mind feels no bereavement,
But my emotion, I can’t quantify.
Side by side, I always scrutinize,
Am I on level with their standard?
The oil tanker of my pride, capsize.
As I drown, drag me landward.
God, If I compare to you, though,
I fail every time, incessantly.
An inimitable aspect ratio,
I fear I am done – dreadfully.
So why do you reach down,
And cover me with righteousness?
Not a lie, your reputable renown.
Ignore those whose words are libelous.
You show mercy to the worst,
When we humble our pride.
None are too far accursed,
We are righteous, you decide.