"Sorry, Lord"

 

"Sorry, Lord"

Sorry, Lord, I must confess,
A storm of thoughts I can’t suppress.
I had a negative thought today,
About someone who lost their way.

He stood to speak before us all,
But stumbled through, began to fall.
His words, they wandered, lost in air,
No structure, no direction there.

The slides were bold, but not the point,
A rambling mess, a disjointed joint.
The lecturer tried to guide him back,
“Be clear,” she urged, “stay on the track.”

Yet onward still his slideshow flew,
Through colors bright and topics few.
“Holy moly,” I heard a sigh,
As time kept ticking slowly by.

Again he stopped, again was told,
But nothing shifted, same as old.
Did he not hear? Did he not see?
The path he missed so obviously?

Does he understand what we perceive?
Does he know what we believe?
What does he know? I do not know—
His thoughts are hidden deep below.

Maybe nerves, or something more,
A silent war, an inner war.
I judged too fast, too sharp, too cold,
Forgot we’re human, flawed and bold.

Hope he is okay inside,
That he has friends, that he has pride.
Hope he finds his voice one day,
And learns to speak what he must say.

May kindness mend what words have torn,
May confidence in him be born.
And may my heart not turn to stone—
Forgive me, Lord, for casting tone.

Let light replace the doubt I had,
Let mercy guide me when I’m mad.
Not everyone’s path is smooth or bright,
But all deserve a second light.

So here's my prayer: make me see
The good in those who challenge me.
For though he faltered in his try,
His worth is more than meets the eye.

Amen.