My Past 2
In life’s rear view mirror I’m able to see,
My past, intently, staring straight at me;
Saintly or dark side the two never change,
Leaving me powerless to delete or arrange;
Those foregathered affairs found yet vexing,
Matters that to others might look perplexing;
But when under Jesus’ blood and by decree,
That once forgiven; Jesus will no longer see;
A Past and Opinions; at times both will stink,
One never change’s, one does with each blink.
So a past is little more than a read only file,
Latched in, are memories, inducing my smile.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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