2021.07.29.
Somewhere Between
Sometimes I think I’m a sinner.Sometimes I think I have no flaws.
And sometimes I completely don’t know who I am,
But I know there are better1 saints than I.
Somewhere between wickedness and kindness,
Between what’s right and what’s not quite so,
Somewhere between a warm and a cold heart –
In the middle of all this I spend my days.
Sometimes I’m as angry as a wasp,
And sometimes I’m as sweet as honey,
And at other times I count mistakes and flaws,
And I don’t know, I just don’t know who I am.
Somewhere between wickedness and kindness,
Between what’s right and what’s not quite so,
Somewhere between a warm and a cold heart –
In the middle of all this I spend my days.
One day I’ll take a look into God’s Book
And I’ll check the status of my files,
And then I’ll know: Hell or Heaven,
Or am I supposed to wander around like a bird?
Somewhere between wickedness and kindness,
Between what’s right and what’s not quite so,
Somewhere between a warm and a cold heart –
In the middle of all this I spend my days.
- 1. lit. 'bigger'