Where are the days of yesterday,
have we left them all behind?
Where do the mourners go to grieve,
to give them peace of mind?
As we walk winding roads through life,
have we bid a fond adieu?
Have we broken all the chains that bind,
and begin our day anew?
Shall we walk with freedom,
greet the morning sun;
unload burdens of mind,
give thanks when the day is done?
Do not mourn for yesterday,
let the past bury its dead.
Do not hold onto invisible,
embrace the new instead.
Treasure every moment,
acknowledge and embrace.
For God dwells within the present,
He has filled it full of grace.















Well done.




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