Tuesday, March 17, 2009


Sitting on the shore, tired and alone,
he starred at the river as it flowed swiftly by.
His life had moved as fast as the water,
and now at sixty, regret etched his face.
His sorrow grew deeper as he realized his losses were due
to the choices he’d made.

The sky grew dark,
distant thunder sounded.
Gently, rain began to fall.
As the storm increased,
he looked toward heaven
and tears of shame ran down his face.
With prayerful surrender, he softly whispered,
“Oh God, heal my fate.
Wash my sins away.”

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