For year two thousand fourteen to be better,
We must excavate no bones from our past.
By forgiving others, our grievances, we unfetter,
Building a kinship with God that will last.
So lets rush headlong into this new beginning,
Jettisoning those grievances we've held in store.
When we nurse a grievance, Satan's wining,
Don't let him entice you from Heaven's door.
Regret is only felt after it's too late
And we oft perceive a matter to be,
Until to us, it becomes.