It’s possible to change,
Re-think and re-arrange.
Many say that it is not,
But I think they’re a rotten lot,
Scared to finally admit
That no excuses can permit
Our bland refusal to make new
Our Souls, our Selves; So just a few
Brave persons risk the glance within,
Acknowledging whatever sin
Has led them to this place of thought,
And all the baggage they have brought.
One by one, the steps increase,
Few by few, their errors cease.
Repentance is a spiraled track,
With some steps forward, others back.
As long as one is on the move,
I think that Christ indeed approves.
So do not listen when they say,
“You’ll never outrun yesterday.”
Leave others to their judgments cold,
And strike a new course, scared but bold.