I Feel Good Enough

The plate passes by as prayers are on my lips. 10% net or 10% gross? Bonuses? Tips? Either way I feel good enough.
I hear a pair of people dissecting the pastor’s decision to take command of the services himself. I only smile to myself. And I feel good enough.
I took part in a gift offering to help children in another country. The youngest fellas I play ball with just want someone to hear their cry’s. But I feel good enough.
I give my money to help those in other lands, yet doubt those here holding out their hands. I judge them to worship false gods and, reasonably, I feel good enough.
I tell the newly divorced lady, cheated on and near tears, that I will remember her in prayer this week and year, but I’ve been so busy there and here. Somehow I feel good enough.
I want to call my old closest friend who is doing wrong again and we all know nothing will save him but Christ if he gets it before the end. Still I do nothing and still I feel good enough.