Looking back, I’d live my life different if I could,
You’re making this heart of stone into what it should.
So many years I’d roam,
Till I finally heard you call me home.
All the worthless time I wasted is turning good.
Jesus, I love You, only You will ever do
For me what I couldn’t, I’ve done everything I shouldn’t.
I’m sorry it took so long, to just see where I belong,
In the beauty of Your Love and not what was.
The whole world lied before me when I was young,
The lie that I believed was the song that it sung.
That the key to joy and peace,
Was worldly wealth and vain increase.
Now I see it for what it is, deceitful dung.
Jesus, I love You, only You will ever do
For me what I couldn’t, I’ve done everything I shouldn’t.
I’m sorry it took so long, to just see where I belong,
In the beauty of Your Love and not what was.
Oh, the wasted time I could have spent with You,
Has vanished, oh so quickly like mornings dew.
But a new day has broke the dawn,
And gave my heart a brand-new song.
And the Potter has made the clay into something new.
Looking ahead I see great promise that I’ve been told,
My hope is in my Maker with a heart of gold.
His Love will leave me never,
I’ll love my Lord forever.
As I gladly give to Jesus, body, mind and soul.
Jesus, I love You, only You will ever do
For me what I couldn’t, I’ve done everything I shouldn’t.
I’m sorry it took so long, to just see where I belong,
In the beauty of Your Love and not what was.
Tertius
Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it.
But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead.
Philippians 3:13
A note about “Rear View Reflections, Full Speed Ahead:” When I was a child, I had a gas-powered model airplane that was connected to the pilot (me) with two strings. The airplane did circles around me and the two strings controlled the up and down movement. I wasn’t a very good pilot and usually ended up nosediving into the dirt. Seems like I was no better pilot with my life, with the same result, continual nose dives into the dirt. Now God is not my copilot but the pilot, and although we can’t make up for lost time (it’s water under the bridge) it’s time to do all we can, while we can, for the time we have left is short and every day gets shorter.