May 1986

If I am less than perfect

how then could I cry

at the faults of others

All of us have sinned

Why does theirs seem worse

If God could forgive us

the death of His Son

why can’t I  forget

the sins of my brother

the sins of my sister

How could I

as black as night

as dark as death

hold a grudge inside

against those God loves

as He loves me

Oh Lord, forgive me

for my lack of forgiveness

Help me Lord, to love

those this body hates

Let me be like you

in all my ways