Unchanged
I look but what do I see?
For light that enters into me
Is changed - prejudged in my mind.
Still I look, hoping truth to find.
Before me stands an angel sure
To right my life - to cure
Failures, sins, and evil deeds.
I thought only of me--my needs.
Perfection I wanted to see,
Hoping she would let me be
The sinner while she the saint.
Only a picture of my life I paint.
Slowly she turned to leave,
Now to seize the opportunity
To confess and make right my wrong.
Hope flees -- yet another chance gone.
As time lengthens my days,
I try to change my ways;
But still I want something
More than I have to bring.
Was I wrong to want better?
No, only I chose to be a debtor.
Never did the two become one
Through battles fought and won.
And now this I know:
You reap what you sow.
Deeds of the past will come
And add debt to a future sum.
Change -- my heart cries;
Quiet -- my mind lies.
The price of effort untried, lost
And alone at 1ife’s time of frost.
Don Miller
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