Recipe for Redemption
Vain, Self-absorbed and out of touch,
Thought I had given oh so much!
When in reality I had not reciprocated,
Love which I should have consecrated.
Now I dwell within this cave,
A self imposed and early grave.
I cast about, for whom to blame,
But at my door stood guilt and shame.
As wise and sage ones often say;
What goes around comes back to stay.
Years it took to comprehend
My heartís ear must to others bend.
Forgiveness can be found of course,
If sought while humble with remorse.
And so from my dungeonís darkest place,
I was freed within my Godís good grace!
I now embrace with heart outpouring
All whose love I squandered whoring.
And build no walls with egoís pride,
But heart and arms throw open wide!