Compliments befuddle me,
honors don’t humble me…
they humiliate me!
Singled out I want to say,
“My hair’s a mess,
I should have worn a dress,
don’t look at me,
don’t give me this,
I don’t deserve it.”
Like Paul, I’m not who
I want to be, but like him
I can be made to be
who I want to be.
I can be honored.
Humbled.
Grateful.
Thankful.
And I am.