Who Am I To Complain
In my anger and self pity I wallow,
for the wrong done to me.
Unappreciated, taking for granted,
no entitlement of regard and respect given
and the list goes on.......
Oh the pain..... Woe is me!
As I turn from my belly onto my back and
face upward towards the vast blue sky,
a thought occurred.... who am I to complain,
this has been since the beginning of our time.
For the Giver of every good and perfect gift
has suffered this same pain and much worse,
there are many who put everything before Him,
when in everything He should be put first.
So I roll from my back and onto my knees
and supplicate to Him for His forgiveness,
for of such selfish acts.... I am also guilty.
Oh the pain of trying to extract the rafter
from my own blind eye is worse than
the pain of any wrong done to me.
So instead...for Our Heavenly Father I cry...
By; JoanMarie Peranteau
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