The past has slipped away
Out of our hands
Through the fingers, gone;
Some memories return as blessings
Others as reminders of human failure,
Stumbling and bumbling along
Treating physical beauty as an “object”
Absurdly mentally, emotionally dissected portions,
Irreverence towards all life,
Including my own.
But good gifts are given that last
Soul cleansing with thankfulness grows into praise,
Worship as a constant attitude in character develops
Discipline to fix eyes and thoughts on the only Holy One
Living written Words discovered,
A small bud grows into a fresh and fragrant blossom
The blossom into a rich and sweet fruit with multiplied good seeds.
I think of those lives I’ve touched these years given
And failed to truly, honestly love,
Sins of youth a haunting echo
Until truth finally stands tall in a heart reborn,
And dark memories wilt and flee, powerless
Forgiveness already exercised
In this person, in much prayer and in a timely season.
“Today” reigns supreme
“Now” the presence of the God of Truth experienced always near
In timeless, covenant fellowship, comfort in friendship always enjoyed.
In eternity a finished work stands free and clear,
In a long process, a new work within continually grows
Brings to pass what has already been done in sovereign foreknowledge,
A human life redeemed
A new life purchased without silver or gold
Wrapped in a most beautiful package of eternal spirit freedom,
Now cared for by angels
Timeless favor delivered on Heaven’s wings,
The dark past forgotten
Where divine mercy reigns this new day.