I saw him again today, Lord,
Just a glimpse,
in a crowded street,
But it was enough…
Enough to open the wounds again
To allow the bitter memories
of those hard words,
broken promises and the mistakes I made,
to come flooding back.
I almost got caught, Lord.
Caught in a wave of self pity, self recrimination and guilt
And then I remembered… Remembered that failure
brought to you and confessed,
Is failure forgiven,
forgotten, dealt with.
So now I can look back
to that experience —thankful for lessons learned.
I can look up to you —confident that you can create beauty
out of the ashes of my mistakes.
I can look forward to the future —at peace.