On Finding The Words To Perfectly Describe My Thoughts…

I look not back: God sees the fruitless efforts,
The wasted hours, the sinning and regrets;
I leave them all with Him who blots the record,
And graciously forgives and then forgets.

I look not forward, God sees all the future,
The road that long, or short, will lead me home.
And He will face with me each trial
And bear with me the burden that may come.

But I look up, up to the face of Jesus:
For there my heart can rest, my fears are stilled
And there is joy and love and light for darkness
And perfect peace and every hope fulfilled.

    - Anonymous, sent to the charity Through The Roof

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