The
Past Is Lost
You can't change what is past,
It's gone, let it go, it could never last!
Rather like a cut from an executioners sabre,
All marble memories must die just like an earth bound
burning sphere.
Come on! Could you choose a desired reverie?
However sweet but soon to fade and, sadly die?
NO!
The past is just a reminder of what has expired,
And sadly never again to be drunk or reprised.
BUT ONCE...
Did not the wounded
Lord Jesus, pause and rest,
Before a cruel Roman
stick struck His chest.
This He bore for all
people that one day from His heavenly table they might praise, hear and feast!
Sometimes only from
past pain,
Can we hope to escape
and gain,
A numbing release from spent
soiled sin,
Then at last can we
stretch out to Him Who reigns upon that majestic blessed mountain!
GPB
October
2005 (All Rights Reserved) |