Sometimes I feel like I am the only one caught in this dilemma The endless cycle of hope and doubt that keeps me from being a winner My ego is like a large glass house or maybe the Crystal Cathedral But when the winds of uncertainty blow it shatters into a million pieces Those that know tell us to set clear cut goals in increments of progression Though I set noble goals they always end in just another goal setting session One thing I hate is that I am always late no matter what the occasion Frantically I search my mind in hope of finding some consolation Is there any possibility that prudence is just not part of my mission? Isn’t it more likely that circumspection radiates from the vision? God often chooses the foolish and the weak to show better men, The Way  If those are the necessary attributes wait till you see my resume   In the morning it seems there is ample focus, courage and determination As the day wears on focus is gone it’s a whole different situation The stage is set the people have met to hear me stand and deliver My faith has passed my heart beats fast I hope they don’t see me shiver I think I think as well as anyone else though the times are so uncertain It’s when I don’t and don’t know why I don’t that leaves me often hurting Some tell me there is no such thing as Attention Deficit Disorder I wonder why then simple things to me sometimes are so much harder I truly believe that it is in our weakness that God’s strength is perfected My thorn more often emphasizes that under his wing I am protected Laugh at yourself it’s liberating don’t take yourself so serious You are so vital to God’s cause or maybe you’re just delirious Success or failure is not up to me that decision belongs to the Lord My responsibility is to see myself in the mirror of his word Not at first a sight too flattering or anything to brag of Grace descends so wonderfully I am the focus of his love There is an upside to this frustrating lack of attention When I am able to focus I seem to have elevated retention I see Goliath standing in front of me As he gives me his oppinion He laughs at me and taunts me I’m not even in his division He tells me I am insignificant no one would care if I were dead I confess that he is not a Giant just a voice inside my head I believe the stone in David’s hand is the one the builders rejected I’m no longer in the valley I see myself from Heaven’s perspective