OUR GOD OF MERCY
by:
Lynn Fenimore Nuzzi
The years, the years, so quickly passed,
Yes, how the years pass on;
I long to grab them back again
Undo what I did wrong.
But this is fooling wanting, for
I never can undo,
Nr ever could do perfectly
The things I now do rue.
Those things that I do most regret,
And often think about
I now must trust to God. Whose love
Is working all things out!