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The past calls out, “Look back,
recount the wasted years!”
But, Pilgrim, oh, do not look back.
It’s trick of time to dim your eye with tears
lest today you see the way
to where the Christ may heal your fears.
With newfound sight,
I glimpsed the past in light of day,
And then I saw—whatever good
it seemed was lost
is here, and now, when understood:
Love’s gifts, eternal, time could never steal.
The prodigal returns, is welcomed in,
his sonship shown, alive again.
And what was lost in “wasted” years,
were only dreams; they’ve never been.
No birth nor death nor error’s claims
belong to man. Hear God’s decree:
“You are forever safe and whole and free.
All the good I’ve ever given
remains, unchanged, restored, with Me.”
— Evelyn Brookins
