Because I'm Human

 

Because I am not perfect,

My best intentions seem

To sometimes miss fulfillment,

Like the texture of a dream.

And I wage a daily battle,

That I very often lose,

Between the things that matter,

And the ones I seem to choose.

 

Because I am no angel,

I am easy to mislead,

In spite of what I know is right,

I'm swayed by pride and greed.

Sometimes I think I love the world,

Too much to want to leave,

Though Eternity awaits me,

And all that I believe.

 

My free will is a problem,

How easy it would be,

If God made the decisions,

And took the job from me.

But in this there is no merit,

I am very well aware,

So I have to work for Heaven,

Every moment I am here.

 

And just because I'm human,

It might take a little long,

To become what I was meant to,

Since I'm really not that strong,

So I'll just keep on a-trying,

And I'll live from day to day,

For my spirit is immortal,

...Though my body's made of clay.

 

~ Grace E. Easley