Introspection

Some days are not my best days:

A raised voice, a cutting word,

A selfish choice,

A failure to give thanks.

If I am honest,

Others are more patient with my faults

Than I am with theirs

And God’s grace is a deep well

From which I daily must draw.

Prodigal God

Do I know God’s grace?

Do I understand His extravagant love?

Can I really fathom the lengths He has gone for me?

And how has that changed me?

Have I been the one who has selfishly sought his own way, demanding to be free?

Or am I the one taking pride in my own morality?

There is a different way.

Do I know God’s grace?

Do I understand His extravagant love?

Can I really fathom the lengths He has gone for me?

And how has that changed me?

On the Subject of Hair

I figured, why bother?

The lawn has faded, and some spots are bare

But I keep it trimmed and bordered with care

I could aerate and water and fertilize and weed

And every spring replenish with seed

To keep it thick and lush and green

But I figured, why bother?