My Cheap and Paltry Skies

While I was thinking I was good,
in church while singing hymn -
my Lord was getting tortured so
and they were whipping Him.

While boss was just not being fair
and I held righteous wrath -
my precious Lord lugged heavy cross
barefoot on stony path.

While I was wishing for a house
and dreaming how it'd be -
my Lord was tied and nailed tight
to hard and rugged tree.

While I stared at the deep blue sea
then wanted boat instead -
my Lord received more agony
by thorns forced on His head.

While I had found a car for sale,
a nice and perfect ride -
my Lord cried out in gruesome pain
long hours before He died.

While in anticipated dreams,
a playoff game begins.
My Lord, though, wasn't in the game,
but took away my sins.

While I was taking selfies here
and holding high, my phone -
the people thought they buried Him
behind one heavy stone.

I'm now regretting sinful ways,
collapsing in my cries.
My Lord has paid and rose above
my cheap and paltry skies.