If I'm praising You, always rejoicing in You,
then I'm too busy to notice, too distracted to notice,
the fallen flesh all around me.
I choose to focus on Your risen flesh, Jesus.
Your holy flesh, rather than wicked, rebellious, unholy flesh,
which I'm often surrounded with.
I choose to notice Your wonders, not their blunders.
In the light of Your face - all else grows strangely dim.
Your perfection, not their sin, is my recollection.
I'm focusing on You Father!
This day is extraordinary because You are with me,
pregnant with purpose - anything can happen, and often does!