Do I possess enough meekness?
What separates my humility from a weakness?
Where do I draw the line,
Or do I just say it is fine?
To be is an instruction from the divine.
Should I allow them to walk,
Do I join them in the talks?
Which makes “free?”
Be I a hawk,
Or a bumble bee?
Do they see Jesus when looking at me?
No one reaches out to touch,
As I pass them by.
When I do pass, do they even see?
Or are they always in a rush,
And later they lie?
Sometimes you’ll be the invisible man
And not a popular among the fans.