At Fault

My faults are many. I wear my emotions on my sleeve.

My coworkers do not; they become weary with mine, or so I perceive.

They don’t warn me away, but grim faces show when I come near;

They change subjects quickly; I’m not welcome there.

We share some interests but differ sharply on others.

My faith is questioned because of my views.

“I don’t get how a Christian could possibly vote for ____,” I am told,

And when I defend myself, they are shocked by my answers.

Friendship seems to fade, replaced by mere civility.

I am isolated. Once, they supported me; now they seem to shun.

Not all are like that; one is positive, encouraging, and friendly.

“Find the positive today and focus on that!” he says.

I struggle to maintain. Pressures mount from boss and colleagues,

Meager savings and mounting bills, daily expectations weighing down.

“Take your lunch break,” the boss says, though complying leaves work undone.

“Do your work right,” the boss says, though complying means work through lunch.

My schedule does not work because of his changes.

Do more with less, like everyone else.

He covers his bases but I am left dangling at the end of my rope.

Is it any wonder that my faults shine through at times like this?

Lord, help me! I am flailing, losing hope, falling down on the job!

Only you can set my feet on the right path.

I bring my failures to you, for you are faithful and righteous.

In your mercy, hear my plea for help!

I cannot do this without you.