March 5, 2021
To point out faults is not my job.
I have no stones or rocks to lob.
I know that others plainly see
I have enough to fix in me.
I know inside I must confess
That I’ve not always passed the test.
I’ve missed the mark, not done what’s right.
I may protest, put up a fight,
But this I know, that deep inside,
There’s part of me I’d like to hide.
An idle thought, a harsh remark,
Come out from hiding in the dark.
Lord shine Your light inside of me
That good may grow and evil flee.
Lord You’re the one who sets me free,
And births the good inside of me.