I wrote and posted this awhile ago. It still pleases me as a way of expressing my faith and the pain of this temporary world. MT
Sometimes, I hear a train in the distance at night. The sound is painful. Longing for the past – nostalgia – brings a similar feeling of pain. But I remember that,
The past is dead –
all its pleasures dead and gone,
destroyed by time, at Your decree.
My sins are gone – all forgiven! –
without any power over me.
So I am free.
I remember Your judgments –
Your deeds in time sustain me.
Fresh are David’s pardon,
the garments Your servant Dorcas made.
Forever fresh are
Your love, Lord Jesus, lives forever –
real, true, and blessed,
it is eternal!
1 John 2:17
And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.