If I could have the power to predict
and make things happen as I see
By the advantage of foresight
I’d predict my
Life without blight
A life where tears
Means Joy
Peace
Love
Not cries of anger
Nor hatred
From this wounded soul chained
by the shackles of sin
Not cries of lament,
anguish nor torment
From an isolated soul
Waging battles that
Leaves the self
Broken, shattered
Even if it
Means a day less
For what is a day
If ruled by wickedness
I’d rather see Tears
Washing away
Each pain
As I make my way
One step closer to the fullness
of Life I am meant to live
in Christ’s Everlasting Home.
