2014

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. A Thought Regret is only felt after it's too late And we oft perceive a matter to be, Until to us, it becomes.