I have to wonder
As I ponder
Which is more important to me.
To disappoint the me inside
Or to cause disappointment to those outside.
It’s easier to forgive I think
Causing sadness to those I link.
Then cause a wound deep within,
For all I see then is my own sin.
So often that way so I find
It’s myself it’s hardest to mind.
Forgiving others easy be,
Even if they disappoint me.
So easy then to extend grace,
Why for me the about-face?
Shouldst though not myself extend,
the same willing helping hand?
I’ve yet to determine why I’m so,
All I see is that God knows.
Perfect thought he calls me be,
I know he me through Jesus see.
Thusly even though bad I am,
God indeed the great I AM.
Says to me, Child Mine,
of the great one divine.
Disappoint in self I stand
Still I would hold God’s hand.
Five minute Friday is here again! I’ve napped most the night away but managed to wake up in time to FMF this week. Disappoint is the word given us by the illustrious Miss Kate.
Then cause a wound deep within, For all I see then is my own sin.
This speaks so loudly to me and how I have been challenged this week. A great poem as always. You are so blessed with such a gift.
Your fmf neighbour #4
thank you Loretta, you are very kind.
“Even though bad I am, God indeed the great I AM.” Love this! Thank you! Karen (FMF #7)
You are most welcome. 🙂
This is so simply put but so deep. It’s can be so much harder to forgive ourselves when we fall short than to forgive others. Thank you, Jesus, that your forgiveness is greater than our own!
I know eh? His forgiveness blows me away.
“Thusly even though bad I am, God indeed the great I AM. Says to me, Child Mine, of the great one divine” – love love this! Thank you for sharing this poem x
thank you. You bless my heart.
This really spoke to me, Annette; in the unavoiable cataloguing of life as the end nears, I know I’ve been more of a isappointment than a boon to many, many people.
I know I’ve disappointed you,
and could have done much more,
but my time is almost through
as cancer shuts the door
to the chance I might have wished,
that I might make amends;
but my pond’s now been over-fished,
and this is how it ends,
with eyes downcast, deserved shame,
and quiet, sadder mien;
the man who once had borne my name’s
no longer to be seen
in this place of stark regret
for sins that I cannot forget.
Oh Andrew…it’s a hard burden indeed isn’t it?
oh why are we all so hard on ourselves, and find it so difficult to forgive and give ourselves the grace that we are willing to extend to others? I think you are not alone in that at all. I certainly do it as well.
I’m at fmf#18 this week.
I’ll have to stop in for a visit Kym. It’s a pondering to me as to why that is. This hardness we oft have to ourselves.
How true that it’s so much harder to forgive ourselves than to forgive others. Great poem.
Thanks for sharing.
oh, thanks for stopping in Sandra. Good to know, I suppose, that it’s not just me.
“I have to wonder
As I ponder
Which is more important to me.
To disappoint the me inside
Or to cause disappointment to those outside.”
This speaks to me quite deeply. Thank you for another strong one.
Thank you Miss Lori. 🙂