Unforgotten

I look behind. The past is yet

Present within my heart.

I do not wish to recall my failures,

But mostly I want to forget

The silent hours, the days, the years,

When I did nothing,

But sat in self-complacent fear.

Please keep my wasted hours and dreams

Out of sight. I wish to revive again

Only those days which have been

The days I truly lived. When streams

Of love flowed from my heart

In service to my God. And there seemed

Nothing too small to give

To my God – these were the days I truly lived.

Let me tell you the things I have learned

That are not wasted,

Though they seem passed by.

This is what will never die:

The love you give and the faith you keep,

The compassionate tears that you weep,

And all those menial tasks you always thought

Were never seen. These are the things,

Yes, the very ones, that will not

Be forgotten or wasted by your King.