MY BOOK OF LIFE
I closed another chapter in my book of life today,
And paused for meditation as I laid the book away.
I thought of smudgy pages where the record was not clear,
And dreary lines of trouble clouded o’er by doubt and fear.
It’s now too late to alter any script that’s dried and set;
The story’s far from perfect, but it’s vain to stew and fret.
I asked the Lord to pardon the mistakes that mar the book,
And give me grace and courage by a hopeful, Christ-ward look.
So now there lies before me a new chapter clean and white.
And I hope to write its pages so the plot will turn out right.
I trust the final chapters will the Master’s plan reveal,
And weave the many fragments to depict a life that’s real.