May I remember as I try to run the race,
that I am a sinner who has been saved by God’s grace.
May I not forget as I try to walk the line
to never judge those whose sins are just different from mine.
Help me to understand and to admit
that they have reason for calling me “hypocrite,”
for I am human and never shall be divine,
and there are blind spots in this life of mine.
May I be willing, while traveling down life’s road,
to help to lighten some other man’s heavy load
and help him to see that in him the Lord delights
and wants him to live with Him in Heaven’s heights.
Lord, help me not condone – yet not condemn –
the sinful ways my human eyes may see in him.
Give me the eyes to see – as You can see –
the possibilities of what he can be.
May I realize that, with all my imperfections,
my task on earth is to give good, clear directions
to Jesus Christ, the author of salvation,
to those who are bound in sin, and face damnation.
When I say, “Why me? I am far from perfect!”
He answers, “Each vessel I have is also imperfect,
but you have your own story that only you can tell,
and I can bring salvation through an imperfect vessel.”
And Lord, our government has (much to its shame)
tried to remove each vestige of Your Name
and Christian persecution has shown signs of inception.
May I still exalt the name of Jesus, Your Son.
© 2015, cbs