who doesn’t think she is all that bad,
having kept the Ten Commandments
totally intact without going off track
like those Psalm 1 people who hang out
with the wicked or stand in the way of
anyone ready to do wrong or sit around
scoffing and coughing on a joint.
That’s not me, Lord!
No, I’m not perfect, but I do honor You
as the Only One I want to worship, and I do
say “God bless you,” to almost everyone
instead of handing out curses, and I read
my Bibles and know a lot of verses, and
I mostly go inside whenever the church’s
doors are open, and I truly honored my
parents and never murdered anyone nor
committed adultery nor done anything
that might get me arrested!
Am I being tested?
Right when Your Ten Commands sound doable,
the tone changes and each priority rearranges,
reminding me of how, yes, I have stolen
time from my family and, oh, You, Lord!
And how I’ve spread a rumor without checking
facts, and how I’ve acted as though I don’t mind
being in a bind when others have too much or
when I gave such effort yet failed to be a winner.
Praise You, Lord, for having mercy on me,
by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016