The Life We Cannot Rewrite
If only my life, were a picture show;
one, which I could easily edit;
knowing then; what I now know;
I’d take the script and shred it.
Life isn’t protected by a four leaf clover;
consequences are etched in stone;
none of us were guaranteed a do-over;
for failures; all must atone.
Life isn’t merely a children’s game;
where dice tell us where to go;
to turn back the clock; seems insane;
there’s no second chance; to grow.
Life is a walk down a cobblestone path;
with many loose stones, on the way;
even our falls, don't bring God’s wrath;
never be tempted, to just walk away.
Tho the road to glory, be lonely and long;
it is worth every step, that we take;
those who fall. don’t believe they belong;
but, such thoughts are a mistake.
We’re not climbing an impossible mountain;
we can never ascend to perfection’s peak;
it’s our Savior’s blood; flowing from a fountain;
that makes love and life, unique.
The life, we’ve lived; we cannot rewrite;
so many thoughts and deeds, forbidden;
signed in the Master’s blood, one night:
“My child, you are forgiven!”
Monty 12/19/24. # 2,522