I have something in my “I”
And I think that something’s “ME”
It blocks my vision in and out
So I can barely see.
I have something in my “I”
It’s very irritating
Others look like obstacles
And objects for berating.
The “ME” in my “I” makes me say things I shouldn’t
Puts my needs above others, tried to stop but I couldn’t..
When my vision’s distorted it makes my heart blind
To others’ opinions which aren’t just like mine.
Can’t see the forest for all of the “ME’s”
Somehow I see splinters but not my own tree.
I rub and I rub to get this thing out
It’s not meant to be there, I have no doubt.
But the more that I rub the more it ingrains
Consuming my heart, engulfing my brain.
‘Til my “I” is just sore, and the “ME” is still there
And I’m back where I started, leaning in to despair.
Then up walks my Friend, a surgeon renowned
“I’s” are His specialty, “ME’s” His background.
Gently He takes my face in His hands
Without even a word, I know He understands.
He looks in my “I’s” and takes out the “ME”
As if for the first time, I finally can see.
He replaces the “ME” with an “O” and a “U”
“O” is for others, the “U” for Him (You).
Now all that I’m left with, besides clearer vision,
Is an “I” with “OU” and a heartfelt decision
To live out my life as an “IOU” –
Thanks to a Surgeon who knew just what to do…
Philippians 2:3 – Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves.
