by: iamclarice
To try and try and yet come up short,
to hang my head while giving a report,
not able to make anything right,
turns brightest days to darkest nights.
Amidst thoughts of strength to find myself weak
brings a gut-wrenching pain of which my heart cannot speak.
Failure has never been part of my plan.
I curse times I didn’t even try when I know that I can.
My standard, my goal, my hope is perfection,
yet I am met with regret, rebuke, and rejection.
Failure is a companion I have grown to despise,
its taunts and its laughs are not found in your eyes.
In you, I can see love, understanding and more.
You think me a winner regardless life’s score.
When I’ve nearly given up, drowning in failure,
you light my life, my sight, my plight to the Savior.
A love like yours in this life is most glorious,
although I’m imperfect, with Christ I know I am victorious.
Originally Written on September 25, 2012, during my cadet days
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