Lo, all of my yesterdays are like a shadow
That tempers and cools the ardor of my tomorrows.
I have not loved iniquity nor hated justice.
I have not longed for the fleshpots of Egypt.
Nor yet have I wholly yearned for the Bread of Life.
I craved not inordinately for honor,
Nor yet did I seek to be forgotten and despised.
I refrained from words that wound, caustic, cold, cruel, bitter.
Nevertheless I did not always speak in tones that were gentle, gracious, loving.
I indulged not in the pleasures of the flesh.
But I have not always scorned the common and the rude.
I have tried to be all things to all.
Still I am not wholly Christ-centered.
From my faulty nature I developed poise and personality,
Yet I have failed to merge myself into His Personality.
I sought not too much those things that were for my ease
Nor did I rejoice at having only the bare necessities.
I longed to be loved and tried to be loving.
I was not always mindful of a Crucified Love.
The waters of tribulation have come over me
And the waves of great loneliness have inundated my soul.
But I have not wholly sanctified my cross.
Divinity, I would be Thine.
Radiant One, obliterate my yesterdays.
They are only a shadow.