I see within
a thought of judgment
against my brother
and lay it down.
On the see-saw
of inferiority
and
superiority
I no longer wish to play.
Compared to you
I am more or less
so why play this
"I need to be the same" game!
Or "my different
is better (or worse) than yours" bore!
Why slice and dice my brother?
Or myself, for that matter?
God's hand is upon us
and we are as yet unfinished works.
Do we eat the stew before its cooked
and judge it a failure?
Can we trust the chef to boil us up
to the point of deliciousness?
Will he make our aroma pleasing?
And our flavour delighting to him?
Oh yes!
I lay down my opinions of unfinished stews
And trust the chef!
a thought of judgment
against my brother
and lay it down.
On the see-saw
of inferiority
and
superiority
I no longer wish to play.
Compared to you
I am more or less
so why play this
"I need to be the same" game!
Or "my different
is better (or worse) than yours" bore!
Why slice and dice my brother?
Or myself, for that matter?
God's hand is upon us
and we are as yet unfinished works.
Do we eat the stew before its cooked
and judge it a failure?
Can we trust the chef to boil us up
to the point of deliciousness?
Will he make our aroma pleasing?
And our flavour delighting to him?
Oh yes!
I lay down my opinions of unfinished stews
And trust the chef!