Drifting back through mists of time
I see a place of muddled state
When I was trying to make my way
Through minefields made of my self hate
Guidance was so far away
A self made way of living life
Invented love, relationships
Caused never ending times of strife.
Oh I wish I’d known The Lord
Back to when I was a child
I’d have learned His perfect way
Not destructive carnage wild
Treating people properly
Sharing, caring, being one
Who’s free of jealousy unkind
Just like Jesus, God’s dear Son.
Now I know how life should be
Regrets have lost their potent sting
I’m secure in who I am
Thanks to Him to whom I cling
I am still a mixed up child
A work in progress, if you like
But He is working overtime
Because He loves His dear child, Mike.
