Regrets

Regrets I have a million-- way more than just too few to mention
I got a bank full of em, I swear, I could retire and live off their pension

To be Frank; I wish I could say I Did It My Way and that the road I chose was best
But without the detour of chaos and failure I never would've found my rest!

Without the wind and the rain, sloshing through the mud, the muck and the shame
I never would've appreciated the sun's warmth or learned that Grace covers any pain!

Void of all my losses would I have ever fully grasped the gratitude the cross brings?
Or without all my crash landings, would this broken bird learned to have used his wings?

I have regrets-- more than the grains of sand or drops of water in the sea
But I have come to realize I'm just a man and not yet who He created me to be

All the unsaid words and wonderful memories that never had a chance to live-- no breath
Wrong choices, failed dreams lay shattered around me like glass-- a cloud of death

While it surrounds me; my God surrounds it like the wolves and the Lion
I'm the Little Engine that Could . . . I've not climbed the mountain but I keep on tryin!

So I fix my gaze on His glorious and ridiculously amazing Grace without end
And treat my regret like a total stranger when it used to be my dear friend

Actually not a stranger at all 'cause I still carry it with me like lint on my shirt
But I focus on my Help and the healing more than the guilt and the hurt

I could be deeply tormented, but in my mind I'm Sitting on the Dock of the Bay
Regrets could've been an endless detour but instead they've shown me the way!!

JMB