I had the opportunity to do some poetry with the Senior class at our school. This was “my” poem, thank You Lord.
Perfection
There is this thing.
I wish I could change
And because I can’t
I give it a different name.
“Doing my best”
That’s how I mask its identity.
Yet when I don’t excel
I start to believe less in me.
Look this way
Tone it, straighten it, make it up.
Its self-care we say…
So what?
Perfect that selfie
Glorify that snapshot
Am I obsessed with me?
Am I all I’ve got.
I made a mistake today.
Someone got in my way.
In the way of this thing I’m striving for
Don’t they see I’m knocking at its door?
Make time for people
Who really has time for that?
I don’t even make time for my best.
Not while I busily strive to beat the rest.
Be the best
That’s the test
The best teacher, the best wife
Being the best, that’s my life.
This is an expectation that has been set.
And if I mess up I will let
Down family and friends
Don’t they need me to win?
No. They don’t.
That’s not what I want.
Your perfection is not enough.
Didn’t you have to receive My suffering cup?
Why do you stress?
Why do you worry?
There’s peace in My Perfection
Accept it hurry
You’re striving for something
I did not ask for
You need less of you
And of Me more
Let it go
It’s not your burden
Cast it away
Don’t go on hurting
I’m trusting You Jesus,
But are my mistakes okay?
I know You saved us.
But won’t they get in the way?
Fearfully and Wonderfully Made Child
Listen loud and clear
My power is made perfect in your weakness.
You are My masterpiece; don’t you see this?
Don’t try to be perfect, not on your own
That possibility is long gone.
Strive for perfection, but only in Me
So that when you face the world, it’s Me they will see.