The Only One Left

It is possible that youth has passed away, and that all I have chased after to get back is gone for good. It is possible that I won't be as successful as I might have been If only I had started sooner on the Great Road, when there was more time, rather than taking the easy way that led to nowhere, to desert wastelands. It's a mighty long walk when you know it didn't have to be that way, and lots of time to think. It's possible I may never conquer all of my weaknesses: a self-centered nature, lazy, critical, too many to mention. It's possible I may never grasp the bar of excellence missed so long ago. The road I walk now is walked alone. The road is not to youth, nor to good looks, money, success, power . . . but to Him who makes ALL things possible. Sometimes that which is impossible here may be waiting in the Great Kingdom, but only He knows for certain. What I have squandered, even still today, cannot be gotten back. What was wasted, is long since spoiled away. All there is now is Hope in the One who crafted me from the beginning, who knows my heart, who knows all of my horrible, daily faults and still offers a way back. I'm not sure how anyone could ever turn down such an offer, not when all solid ground has crumbled away beneath us. I only know that it is a bit of a shame that we only choose to go over to the right side when the wrong one we've been fighting with has left us with nothing. It's far from noble when a man kneels only because he can no longer stand up. In all of this, with all our plans lodged against Him, in the final act He accepts us still.