There’s a plank in my eye 

But I’d rather talk about the sawdust in yours

For each of your ailments, I know all the cures 

I’m a Pharisee, a wolf, in disguise 

There’s all kinds of places I can hide:

Behind a white coat, behind you in the checkout line, even on the internet 

I’m worse than that nagging AllState guy 

The worst of yourself, I won’t ever let you forget 

I see your chocolate milk and what you feed your kids 

As I linger behind the latest National Geographic 

Me? I’m dying for anyone’s approval

Don’t tell me all this racing, manicuring, educating is futile 

A slow day drives me insane

My husband’s words land among my deepest veins 

Jesus has a way of making me uncomfortable

Of seeing that things are more complex than I think 

To focus on my own plank 

In talking with Him, I’m instantly humbled

Forgive me, Lord

I’m an ignorant sheep

Fix me with Your love 

So I can love my neighbor

I want to be in Your keep