A plank of wood in my oh so piercing eye,
I can spot a sawdust speck from a mile,
I could look to Father to take me up high,
A tough patch turns me down takes me to trial,

A soul cannot feast on hate and despair,
I with closed fist hardened to lash out,
I have to love I want His tender loving care,
A storm loose in my heart turning victory into rout,

A dawn of light in depths remind me He is mine,
I short sighted look to see and find I am His,
I coming to end of speech find only one last rhyme,
A sinner I expect wrath He with love offers only a healing kiss.