Ruts

Regret on regret,

Stacking like a brick.

What will take this pain away?

What will do the trick?

They play like old cassette tapes

Running through my head.

They often paralyze me,

And fill me with dread.

The longing for a different path

Instead of the one I took.

The wishing that I would have just slowed down

And stopped to take a look.

What if?, Why didn’t you?

And why not? they ask

Diminish my joy in life

And call me to task.

Jesus tells me a different story,

He helps me see the lies.

That keep me in my prison cell

And cut me down to size.

He lifts my chin, holds my face.

And tells me accurate Truth.

That He always been there in the pain,

Starting at my youth.

Out of the ruts

That stifle my vision

And cause me to beat myself

With so much derision

I died for you, I love you

I have called You by name.

You are my child forever,

That nothing else can ever claim.

PRM 10/7/21

Do not fear, for I have redeemed you.  I have called you by Name, you are Mine!  Isaiah 43:1