A Poem Of Regret

Fight the battle

Fail the test

Turn your cheek,

and lose the rest

Oh, so offended

by the hard Scandilon

so bring down the display

and worship reason

And oft I forget,

in the heat of debate,

that I’ve the more reason

to celebrate

And this battle on earth means nothing

yet still do I look and see something

as You are mocked,

with nothing to say

blind man takes his soul

and throws it away

Frustrated by walls

they’ll ne’er tear down

I snap at their bait

I stand to showdown

And struggle to fight,

as Stephen has won,

with, “Forgive them, they

know not what they’ve done”

And sometimes I feel so lost from the race

faced with the anger, the frustration, the waste

and I call You out

to avenge Your Sweet Name

to open their eyes,

else end all the games

And sometimes I wish

Your Judgment would come

and pray for the day

when pain is done

And see but a world

where nobody cares,

praying, reap in the harvest

and burn up the tares.

But Your Heart calls out, I’ve still more to love

Come, comfort yourself in your share of My love.

Regret greets my pleas

and shame my prayers,

crying, reap in the harvest, oh Lord,

and burn up the tares.