The mountains melt like wax.
The skies proclaim his justice.
Maybe we’re all a bit too lax
Too prone to injustice.

We all feel we fall short.
None of us have have impeccable standards.
We muddle through, clearly fraught.
Short of the heights by many yards.

Let those who serve worthless gods be ashamed.
Thus the Psalmist admonishes us.
But we all have worthless Gods untamed.
It has and always will be thus.

I’m not always happy with myself.
But perhaps you’re not happy with yourself.

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We all have to do
Things we would rather not do
But we muddle through

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See Psalm 96