Focus.

Why do I esteem so high the opinions of others?
Why must their eyes be the ultimate judge?
What is it that draws me to notability?
Why must I have all credit?
For these feelings of bewilderment and loneliness—
Overwhelming as they may be,
Are not credible, but false representations
Of what is important.
Can I never be satisfied in knowing that You care?
Day after day, year after year,
Wishing I was other than myself—
Clouded eyes, plastic smile.
Where is my true and genuine self?
No false fronts and no apprehension.
I want my true and real compassion—
Not for the satisfaction of others
But for the fulfillment of Your call.
Let me see the low and downtrodden
Instead of rising to the top as a goal.
Give me Your clear, unfading eyes
To see the beauty of a fainting soul.
Let me see Your visions and plans.
May I never miss what You want to do
By my being oblivious to Your greatness.
All I need is You—Your approval.
And everything will fall into place.

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