Days of long ago
I lived for only myself,
my pleasure, my satisfaction.
I gave heed to little,
cared little,
did little.
Then came terrible days;
dark days;
days of horror; despair.
Days of unimaginable pain,
no hope, no faith,
Alone.
Then I saw the stars overhead,
The trees around me;
Creation witnessed to me,
The Creator called,
My sin became real,
So, too, the love of Christ for me.
@Wayne Augden 2012
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