Dissatisfied

We are often discontented
And much dissatisfied
That our wish for recognition
Has not been gratified

We feel that we've been cheated
In beauty, charm and brains
And we dwell upon our losses
Forgetting all our gains

The qualities we think we lack
Make us miseable inside
As we brood on supposed deficits
As seen by selfish pride

We begin to habour hatred
And envy fills our heart
That we do not possess the things
That make others seem so smart

And in our condemnation
Of the traits that we possess
We magnify our painful plight
Sinking deeper in distress

Oh Lord please do forgive us
For vanity and pride
For desiring to please the eye of man
And not you who sees inside

Little do we realise
How contented we would be
If we knew that we are beautiful
When our hearts are touched by thee


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