The Speck in Your Eye

Your self steps in your way,

unseen to you, you trip again.

You’ll pull yourself up,

brush off your sin

and continue on your stray.

You hold dear

all the right ideals,

but sideways,

with all the wrong ideas

fixed askew.

You crave worship,

so you can tithe a tenth

to the Most Holy,

like spiritual rent

or dues.