I, alone, am accountable to God, All others - and their actions - I must accept, Are not the road with which I trod; This is an outlook making my life adept.
Lamenting in the LORD Hidden, am I, with Christ in God, No matter the trample of enemy, trod; Enemy's destined-lightly esteemed, To the nightmare of my presence, I have dreamed.
One glorious future, There for one to master, If hope provides the detour, Through the maze of disaster.
Why do we wish our time away, When some would simply dream of delay? Appears the desire for time is wrong, But for an infusion of purpose we should long.
Forgiveness is freedom, Choice not to run, Welcome greets wisdom, Better's the deed once done.