I wanted no regrets.
When my dear precious loved one died
And restoration had not begun.
I wanted no regrets.
When death came to my tender, wise, helping guide
And full gratitude had not grown and shown.
I wanted no regrets.
But regrets came, along with shame
Pressed out by unkind words and unfair blame
Regrets were shaped by disappointment and loss
They came unbidden like foam on stormy seas toss
There is no way to lay them down,
No place for their burial ground.
I wanted no regrets.
But the deep pain came and lay silent in my breast
Until it left its mark and no rest.
The growing shadows shrouded my soul
And suppressed me in the dark
Dreading the truth to be told.
I wanted no regrets.
What to do with them, my soul wondered with tears.
Use them for a ladder to climb higher until I lose my fear.
Use them as stepping stones to walk a new path where I roam
Use them to plant good seeds to grow and bloom in a new home.
Regrets come but they can be a friend to teach
A better way that leads to a brighter day.
