I Don't Deserve

Have fun.

The infinitive, to deserve.

Not definitive when observed.

What makes my mind race,

Is only contested by divine grace.

What makes me a wealthy recipient?

And blasts others into war, violence, and poverty?

In full, I don't deserve the gifts bestowed upon me.

I pray for my heart not to harden.

I want no fence around my garden.

I want others to have what I so much enjoy.

When what I see keeps getting better, my joy falters, and my shooting mind cant help but feel.

I wish people weren't suffering.

But I guess that wouldn't be His way.

From rhyme, to narrative, to prose,

Just a naive attempt to get my ideas to flow.

Watch me now, I'm even gonna quote.

Nowhere near self praise, just reflecting on the feeling.

Better not from my simple words, but stronger from the words of a real genius.

"Tell me why I have a right to live and people have to starve, tell me where our gluttony fits in with His moon and stars." -Jacob Hemphill, SOJA, Reality, Peace in a Time of War

 

Author's Note

Have fun. Quote from Jacob Hemphill of SOJA, of the song Reality, from the album Peace in a Time of War.