By Michael W. Raley
The past has passed away
And the Lord blesses us with a new day.
The past, whether it’s been five minutes, months or years,
Is not coming back no matter the dwelling thoughts or shed tears.
While we have the gift of God’s grace,
Let us repent and run a new race.
The past is dead and gone
And life will go on,
With or without us.
All we can do is place our trust
In the One who holds us in His hands,
The One who has numbered our hairs and the grains of sand.
My friend do not fritter away the gift of today
Wondering and speculating about the events of yesterday.