Fariseu E Publicano

The story repeats itself again
Of two men who went to pray
One claimed to be good, giving thanks to God
Without even bowing his head

And the other humble in a corner
Begged the Lord's forgiveness
Judged unfair, imperfect, small
And the most sinful of men

One returned with peace in his heart
And the other returned without justice and forgiveness
The humble rose, the proud fell
Happy publican, unhappy Pharisee

I want the peace of knowing myself small
Needing God's forgiveness
I want to see myself with eyes of truth and love
Without ever condemning my brother

I want the peace that comes from humility
I want to see myself without a veil, without deceit
I don't want to be good like the Pharisee
I want the peace like that of the Publican