Sometimes I wish that I could relive my teenage years
As they were wrought with many tears.
The depression covered me like a cloud-
One that made for a dark, gloomy shroud.
Although my Lord was there proclaiming His presence;
Speaking through a brother His majestic existence.
I chose, sadly, not to listen
Bountifully spouting; "I'm not ready for that blessin'."
Therefore, if I could ever return to those dreadful years,
Holding to the knowledge of Jesus that is now so very dear,
I would return only to claim my Savior and my God
And live my life by His staff and His rod.
Then I would have been joyful, happy, and gleefully alive.
My heart would have been filled with an exuberant, eternal drive.
Satan had filled me with burdensome dread,
That condition left me without any hope ahead.
No plan I made or hope that I had
Was working to my benefit, and I remained quite sad.
Where "I" was and what "I" did not have was my heart's condition.
Unknowingly, I was supplying Satan's truest passion.
For that Devil can only give us the world,
Those material belongings and desires-God instructs to be hurled.
I would have rather lived those years following my Lord's will
So that my memories would hold a higher level of thrill.
But all is not lost as I am now saved!
Because on March 17, 1989, when Christ offered me Life-I did cave!
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