by Jeph Johnson
Caution boomerangs back as reckless disregard when I throw it into the wind
Falling short of the glory of God, I realize "all have sinned"
My scars have mended underneath the bandages I've removed
Healing intended to be brief is now eternally improved
And a brand new man is present, but only for a pause
What will be is so unpleasant, so I only see what is and what was.