She hath wings

Like pebbles falling through my pocket

A priceless collection lost,

I progressed for a while along the path

Forgetting what it cost

I didn’t realise that Your will

Was that I should take with me

Every single lesson learnt

Which had helped to set me free

Ashamed and broken, I bowed my head,

Wondering if I should look back

To pick up all the lessons and promises

I lost along the track

I looked at You, and saw a nod,

So I made up my mind to give

Every moment of surrender to You

As a thankyou for letting me live.

I hope that one day, these boring old stones

Will be diadems in Your crown,

As I re-embrace Your promises and then

Learn to lay them down

© M. Patterson 2001