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.R.P 2001

Published by mezruth

I enjoy personal writing (poetry and prose), editing and reading. I want to share my writing with a new audience, dusting off some of my older poems as well as writing new material. The aim is to encourage and inspire!

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