Stuck (poem)

You know those sticky labels –
You buy them by the pack?
It tells you – "Lift one corner
Then peel it off the back".

I concentrate and meditate
As well as I am able,
And end up feeling somewhat like
That self-same sticky label.

My Master lifts one corner
And peels me right away
From the backing of my old life,
Though I thought I'd always stay

In the old and dusty pathways
Where I felt myself so smart.
But He peels me neatly right away
And sticks me to His heart.

Fran (Bristol)