Old Stuff - Part VII
May 30, 2003
What I Didn't Do Right
Why do you always feel the need to tell me what I do wrong?
For once couldn't I do something right in your eyes?
Too much pressure is put on my by you, to be perfect
You say I don't get much done
But don't you see how time flies?
I wish you could see me through God's eyes
He doesn't judge me for the wrong I do or for what I don't get done
You make me feel like I could scream
You show me all I do wrong and what I don't do right
Do you always see the glass half-empty?
God looks at it half full
He knows I'll get through the hard, overwhelming times
I'm sure God often wishes I would stop being so hard on myself
'Cuz you see, the person I'm talking about it me
I toss and turn in my sleep
Thinking about all I did wrong,
What I didn't do right
~Sarah
