Do-Over
Day's end ~ fiasco, near constant assail.
Discounting what's here, I crave what I lack.
In my own strength, I am set up to fail.
Regret for those words too late to take back...
Forgetting purpose, I thrash and I flail;
with each step taken, I'm further off track.
Thankfully, grateful I can again say,
So tender His mercies, new every day.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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