I Do My Best

I do my best—or so I think.

Now, for a toast, my glass I clink.


I do my best here on the brink
To earn a new Divine Wine drink.

I do my best and then I wait.
What will God next put on my plate?

I do my best—and yet at times,
the follow-up lacks graceful rhymes.

In truth, how can I even know
if it’s the best that I can do?

Though I try hard, I can’t yet find
the key to the Unconscious Mind.

I do what I do, Lord. Someday
Your Touch will wash all this away!