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