My Christian Walk

It wasn't really my fault,

I shouldn't take the blame,

If you had heard what she said,

You would have felt the same.


She turned and glared upon me

With such a withering eye,

I felt my cheeks blush red with shame

And wished that I could die.


She's never really liked me,

She often put me down,

If I made a suggestion

She'd answer with a frown.


I tried to talk politely,

Admired her pretty dress

She only stared and closed her eyes

As if I looked a mess.


I thought if I explained it,

I thought you’d understand

I couldn't really love her,

Well, not the way You planned.


So now I need forgiveness

For my weird inverted pride,

How could I know that loneliness

Was eating her inside?

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