As I reflect on journey’s
pass and see my days of old,
Many regrets return to
mind, their stories all retold.
Experience of pain
incurred, I now can see as gain,
And all the failures in
my life, wisdom from them obtain.
The places for remorse,
is in the things I failed to do,
Like spread my wings more
often and my fear, subdue.
I regret not reaching
higher... beyond the fallen rain,
Lived life before it
handed me this dreaded walking cane.
But as I look in
retrospect, my life was meant to be,
For through the shattered
glass, God shaped the one you see.
Each broken heart, the
sorrow, and every tear that flowed;
The jagged stone seen
carve, the one who walked that road.
My life viewed in
retrospect, is the only way I’ve seen,
That I would change so
little I can see on life’s big screen.
Would not erase the heartache
or the tears that fell…
They placed my eyes on
God and kept my soul from hell.
In life, the sun has
shined on me and pouring rains seen fall,
And as I journey back in
mind, each raindrop I recall.
Each cross refined this
stone, and helped to make me grow;
Rain and sunshine in my
life, both was blessed to know.
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