Being Human

Lord I do not wish

To hide from you

I’m to lazy, I say

You molded me

From lowly clay

Am I to blame?

Can I help it

If I err?

Only human, I say

Free will is

A handy phrase

Is it really there?

Glory I can’t own

The Fall, as well

Not mine to will, I say

It is God’s grace

If undeserved

Failure is the Devil’s

Conscience perplexed

Helpless yet blamed

Innocent but guilty

Simple minded me

In a quandary, accept

A mystery, I say