My and Me
My mind seems to have rendered all power
As I strain for His high Tower--
My thoughts too often get in the way
Of what I'm trying to say.
There was a time when my senses clicked
Now it's seems easier to quit--
Before I can hope to take up a task
The thought necessitates rest.
I tell the Lord and beg for His Help
I fear I'm obsessed with self--
My words seem to be all I can grasp
Before they fall into the past.
Then I stare at my windows and walls
As they emit an eerie pall--
I ask Him to salvage both of us
If not Him who can I trust?
My bed has become my nesting place
My whole life is a disgrace--
Most of what I salvage falls within
Be it brain or Satan's whim.
I used to plan all my days and hours
Now just the thought makes me tired--
I fear heaven has no place for me
For I'm as gullible as Eve.
The fire that spreads all over my skin
Is no doubt ruled by my sin--
The antidote I'd most likely vote
Would be like Joseph's bright coat.
The lively colors could motivate me
Like the birds that bring me glee--
Help me avoid my self-possessed pity
To spend more time on my knees
I know the effort will give great release
Allowing self-obsession to cease.
[ by cebs (03/12//01) -- from Chaplain777firstname.lastname@example.org ]
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