Mistakes
God sent us here to make mistakes
To strive, to fail, to re begin
To taste the tempting fruit of sin
And find what bitter food it makes.
To miss the path, to go astray,
To wonder blindly in the night
But searching, praying for the light
until at last we find the way.
And looking back along the past
we know we needed the strain
of fear and doubt and strife and pain
To make us value peace, at last.
Who fails finds later triumph sweet,
Who stumbles once walks with care,
And knows the place to cry "beware"
To other unaccustomed feet.
Through strife the
slumbering soul awakes
We learn on errors troubled route,
The truths we could not prize without
The sorrow of our sad mistakes.
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