Not because you don't - you do -
But because you left.
For good or for ill, you left
And so any might-have-beens
Or should-have-saids
Belong solely in the realm of unprofitable daydreams
And though you may have the power to bring everything back
You won't
And I have determined to stop wishing that you will.
The past is the past
The present is now
The future is in God's hand
And today, like all the days to come, is the first day of the rest of my life.
So lift up your head, young lamb
Soak in the sunlight spilling through the window
An overflow of God's powering love
And live...
For Him.
His strength is perfect
