Am I There Yet?

Pointing fingers

A pet peeve I absolutely can’t stand

Yet we all do it

Without even using our hands

 

Focusing on everybody else

Counting all their wrongs

Their flaws, mistakes, sins

Gossiping about it like songs

 

But I’ve been praying

for God to shift my mindset

to focus on growing in my walk with Him

Not on my surroundings or past things I regret

 

Ain’t got time to be stalking, or

Worrying about peeps on the Facebook

Don’t care what they eat, where they go

What they wear or how they look

 

Tired of following celebrities

Just to hear the latest news

Of adultery, scandal, abuse

Or some violence after a lit fuse

 

Cousin Rick cheated on his taxes

My neighbor Sarah bought a Benz

My friend LaQuisha got fired

And Jenny is pregnant….again

 

Its like we look for things to talk about

The good stuff so we can be jealous and mad

The bad stuff so we can put it on blast

To everyone we know; which is just sad

Too busy focusing on all the wrong things

Which is exactly the devil’s intent

Never doing things the way God

Intended our time to be spent

 

Like praying for an ex,

Even after all the pain they caused

Congratulating a friend on a raise

Even though yours was put on pause

 

Admitting to your child

That you were wrong this time

Giving to someone in need

Even though you were down to your last dime

 

Volunteering at your church

Or working on your complaining attitude

Going a week without gossiping

Or giving a homeless man some food

 

But things like these don’t fit into our schedule

We’re too busy or too tired I bet

Never even considered asking the question

“Am I there yet?”

 

Am I at a place

Where I can look in a mirror and see

A Christian that resembles Christ

Or just a bunch of hypocrisy?

 

Am I pushing to enhance my prayer life

And spend time in God’s Word

Or does TV, video games, and social media

Consume my days – which is so absurd!

 

Still ain’t forgave my sister

For that thing she did ten years ago

Can’t control my road rage

Never know how my anger gonna flow

 

Can I learn to cuss a little less

Or stop lying to achieve everything I get

Do I even desire to be more Christlike

Am I there yet?

 

Don’t want to forgive, yet

Want to borrow but never pay it back

Verbally ostracizing homosexuals publicly

Then pleading for your life when you get attacked

 

Where’s the compassion, the humility

Someone show me a love blanket or net

I don’t even like Christian or gospel music

Am I there yet?

 

You see we all got a ways to go

To get to perfection, to be like Him

But there’s no reason to slow the process

To the point where we look exactly like them

 

He died for you, He died for me

To set me free from sin eternally

I can’t go back to my BC (before Christianity) days

He’s done too much for me, I can’t count the ways

 

Can’t keep getting caught up in the foolishness of this life

Being miserable and defeated, full of bitterness and strife

 

God didn’t save me, just to exist, and take up space

I have a purpose and work to do before I see His face

 

I gotta keep my focus on Him and Him alone

Not getting caught up in nonsense, head buried in my phone

 

Lord shift my mindset, my heart, my life, my all

So that I can grow in you and listen to your call

 

Little by little, step by step, day by day

Work on me Lord, Have your own way

 

With tons to work on, I’ll set short term goals to start

And although I know it won’t be easy, I promise not to fret

Because I plan to have a testimony, the next time I ask

Am I There Yet?

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