I never asked for wisdom, Lord,
But I let myself learn
From the teacher of time
Who only showed me You.
And now I am a fool,
Not only in the world's eyes,
But in Yours, too,
Your people seem to say.
Not with words, no,
But in the way their condescending tones
Repeat over and over the lessons You and time
Have shown me already.
How my mistakes have become so numerous
That I know so little
And they so much,
They, with their simple conversation,
Never revealing more than what they did yesterday
And hope to do tomorrow.
I never asked for wisdom, Lord.
I thought unselfishness better than desire,
And so became