I’m no Saint

Though my spirit has been lifted

My heart is pure and my hands are gifted

I’m no Saint

Like me, close ones are stray, and have lost their way in this worldly world that has been shifted

Down-ward and Hell-bound are the ways of the world so it makes no sense to follow

When I can lead and help lead others on the straight and narrow

Like the way I feel music, God is unexplainable

Though He has made us all different in a special way, he created our souls and knows the burdens that are not truly ours to carry

But because our lack of faith, it seems like He’s so far away, we carry them ourselves

Selves, we can barely trust

Selves, those that are full of themselves

And selves, that can’t even help themselves

So how can we possibly help “others”?

“Others” are the selves that can’t see themselves, but can see others

So when it comes down to looking down at others, Mirrors don’t exist

I’m no Saint

But what is a Saint?

Model of excellence or perfection of a kind; one having no equal

If that’s the case, a saint isn’t even a saint, because all have sinned and have fallen short to the glory of God

Are you a Saint?