It’s certainly the right thing to do,
To publish an ode just for You.
But alas it wouldn’t be true,
My self-love excludes You from view.
You see I obscure the mirror,
The solution is not growing thinner.
“More humility?” You’re on to a winner!
I’ll start once I’ve finished my dinner.
Truth is I’m just not concerned,
I’m content with the status I’ve earned.
Your advances I’ve happily spurned,
My love is not easily turned.
Is that all there is on the matter,
A fool who only self flatters.
Wrapped up in my own little swagger,
The illusion is not easily shattered.
But self-centredness You did abhor,
And descended to knocked at my door.
A relationship now powerfully restored,
Henceforth You’re the one I adore.
For me who was totally lost,
Perfection stooped low to be crossed.
For sin You were held high, aloft,
That same sin defeated and quashed.
Of course I still stutter and fall,
I’ll forgo walking and first learn to crawl,
Your grace I need to recall,
And see You’re my all, You’re my all.