God's Disappointment

Thinking back throughout my years;
reminiscing about all that has been;
assessing all of my laughter and tears;
I wish I could do it over again.

Surely, it seems, I could have done better;
so very many mistakes that I’ve made;
I wear my past, like an undersized sweater;
God must have given me a failing grade.

I visually picture Him, high on His throne;
staring down at me: His anointment.
As I gaze back, sadly standing alone;
I know that I’m God’s disappointment.

He gave me so much; everything;
and what was it, I did in return;
I arrogantly acted like a king;
and proved how little I’d learned.

I’ve lost count of people I had wronged;
I couldn’t even remember each name.
Hadn’t I shown that I never belonged;
and wasn’t I, alone, to blame?

How could I face the Master, above;
enduring His look of shame?
I took for granted His unending Love.
I’m unworthy to bear His name.

He lifted me to His side, gently with ease,
face to face; beside Him above.
Smiling He spoke: “My child, I am pleased;
for, most of all, you brought Love!”