Mondays are notorious for being the worst day in the week. It seems to be the time when everybody is wide awake and becomes a busybody after a lazy weekend. Furthermore, in today’s world where it is easy to inquire or apply for things online, which people tend to do during the weekend, it makes up for a lot of work for the white-collar workers when they get in on Monday morning. For me personally, it sometimes takes me all morning to respond to these inquiries and process these applications, especially when also trying to answer inquiries over the phone at the same time. For others that are at the front desk interacting with people, they get longer lines or wait on a lot of people. I know, because sometimes, I am one of those in line during my lunch break. All these together makes room for a lot of mistakes, which are always a grim reminder of our imperfectness. Whatever your Monday may turn out to be, may this poem be a reminder of God’s goodness and his abundant grace that He so freely gives us despite our futile attempts to be perfect on our own.
Sadness that leaves no trace of joy
Efface memories of laughter;
Present defeat throttles past victories,
Evoking dejection from happy songs.
My mistakes tag me worthless.
Wind, take me where I can hide
I am no good, except for being set aside.
I want to quit. I want to retire.
I am no good except for the fire.
Goodness that leaves no trace of pain
Wipe out memories of weeping;
Present grace stifles past mistakes,
Exciting laughter from sad songs
I’m branded as Yours always.
Wind, take me to the finish line
I was no good, except that I have been restored
I want to quit and stop self-pity
I am no good except you love me.