250122 The Past
The Past The past is over; I can't mend it It's presence - why must I attend it If I could just leave it behind I know my present would be fine Instead, I relive past mistakes But, oh, what heavy toll that takes For that robs me of here and now And I can't fix them anyhow I know it's Satan's evil scheme To keep my thoughts caught in between The day I'm in and what is past Lord, how long must this torment last For, torture seems like what it is It's certainly no way to live To dwell on what's gone previously Why from the past, can't I break free To think about what could have been Is game that I can never win Yet, one the devil plays with me But, am I playing willingly For, don't I have the choice to make To dwell or not on past mistakes I can't prevent the thoughts that come But, must I wallow in each one This battle is one, spiritually Thus, God's power's given to me Must call upon it every time That past thoughts try to grip ...