I’m like a ridiculous painted clown,
Juggling to-do’s, up and down and
Back and forth, my life a frantic
Intertwining of past, present, future,
In a tangled jungle of multitasking,
Weighed down by the heavy stress
Of guilt over my imperfect past and
Of worry over unknown tomorrows;
But life is so much easier when I
Focus on the great I AM,
Living perpetually in the present,
Juggling one little ball at a time,
So I confidently brush off the past,
Which is totally washed clean in
The Blood of the Lamb,
And I patiently push off the future,
Which is in the loving hands of
The King of the Universe:
Blessed are the single-hearted,
For they shall surely see God.