The wasted hours, the sinning, the regrets;
I'll leave them all with Him who blots the record,
And mercifully forgives and then forgets.
I won't look forward; God sees all the future,
The road that, short or long, will lead me home,
And He will face with me its every trial
And bear with me the burdens that may come.
But I'll look up into the face of Jesus,
For there my heart can rest, my fears are stilled;
And there is joy and love, and light for darkness,
And perfect peace, and every hope fulfilled.
- Annie Johnson Flint
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