The Master Beckons

Thu, 12/22/2016 - 15:00 -- rneall

One year gone, another one ahead.

I look back in shock amidst life's dreary dreg. 

It's true, I've survived, but have I really thrived? 

Ups and downs fill my mind, still through it all I tried,

Tried to do my best, but fallen every time,

Tried to be a man, but failed in the line.

Yet pulsing through it all I see a new rhyme,

One not of me but of He who gave a sign, 

The Master beckons me for He's one of a kind.

Yes, one year is gone but I know others will come fine,

For I trust that my mistakes are put out of His mind.

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