Tripping

From my Scripture reading today:

He [Jesus] left there and returned to his hometown.  His disciples came along.  On the Sabbath, he gave a lecture in the meeting place.  He made a real hit, impressing everyone.  "We had no idea he was this good!" they said.  "How did he get so wise all of a sudden, get such ability?"  But in the next breath they were cutting him down: "He’s just a carpenter – Mary’s boy.  We’ve known him since he was a kid.  We know his brothers, James, Justus, Jude, and Simon, and his sisters.  Who does he think he is?"  They tripped over what little they knew about him and fell, sprawling.  And they never got any further.        Mark 6:1-3 (the Message)

God, pick me up and dust me off.
 
I don’t want to remain here – sprawled with my face buried in the dirt.

Every day I seem to trip over what little I know
and come up with a mouth full of dust. 

One minute I’m declaring amazement at your marvelous works.

The next minute I’m cutting you down
with accusations of unfaithfulness and apathy.

As I lay here prostrate before You
choking on what tripped me up,
I grasp my great fear.

That I might never get any further.