Disentangle my heart from the past, Lord.
Loosen my hold upon former griefs.
Heal me of charting my present path
By the compass of old mistakes.
I gather up what was truly good
And walk from the mist of detaining years.
Strengthen my faith to behold myself
New and refreshed, in Thy likeness made!
Keep my steps firm as they come, Lord—
No backward glance and no yearning reach.
Here is my hand, Lord; here is my love.
I rest; I am safe. I have closed the door.
Poems
Renewal
From the July 1965 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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