Let's Always Be Looking Up

Each day I must come to grips

With me, myself and I

For I am just a nobody

And so many are better than I

This stick figure made of dust

Who dreams of better days

As night closes in and all is dark

I loathe my selfish ways

If I could pull this old heart out

And replace it with the best

A true heart with not a blemish

Oh to be so perfectly dressed!

Then I wouldn’t have one regret

Or hurt those so very dear

But here I sit in the pit again

Tormented with guilt and fear

I can’t believe that I’m allowed

To walk upon this earth

To feel the warmth of the sun

And breathe sweet air since birth

Amazed and thankful for each day

As morning light sheds abroad

Another chance to begin anew

Another twenty-four hours from God

My only hope is Christ alone

Oh to be so delivered from self!

That’s why I must believe in Him

Or completely hang it up on the shelf

So I get down on my knees each day

This nobody I call me

And hope and pray to God up there

For the mercy to be set free

-bluebird