The Good I've Left Undone

The place of praise was draped in green

The shade of the season,

And I had come to worship there

Aimless, without reason.

I sought the light within the nave

Too long I’d walked the shade

But I had brought the dark with me

Along the path I’d made.

A restless soul, a weary heart,

A faith that often fails,

Were all the offerings I brought

Along the shrouded trails.

But as I stood there in my pain

I saw the dancing light

In traceless lines of gossamer

That glistened, quick and bright

And snagged on each quicksilver strand

There hung a single thought,

“These are the prayers I’ve left unsaid,

The good I left unwrought”

They sparkle there within the light

These things I’ve left undone,

I understand how bright they shine

When they’re touched by the Son

And how much better things could be

If I’d just got them done.

I cannot take them back again,                                                 

Those chances have slipped by,

But there will be more times to come

And those I won’t deny.