Our past shouldn't have a parking lot
where we can park each one then walk away.
And when we least expect it's memories hurt
pull out, burning rubber as we drive in it away!
If we park our feelings in a spot
marked, 'HURT FEELINGS ONLY PLEASE! '
'Violators will be ticketed and towed away
so use another parking place, if you please! '
In order for our past feelings
to not come back to hurt again.
We need to lay them at the foot of the Cross
that is where all of man's grief with God will end.
God takes them and reforms them
into His vision of Forgiveness and of Love.
And parks them on a different level
the one He's the ONLY Vale't of!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem