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!