I see a man
sleeping on a bench
in the cold,
And I say,
“Thank you, Lord,
for I am not like him.”
I see a woman
alone, in tears,
mourning,
And I say,
“Thank you, Lord,
for I am not like her.”
I see a man
upon a cross,
humiliated, scorned,
despised,
And suddenly my
foolish pride is clear
even to me,
And I cry,
“Forgive me, Lord,
for I am not like you.”
Amen