The past seldom refines

1 Corinthians 13:12 

¹² For now, we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

Confusion

Searching in the past for who I ought to be

a maze of confusion for the taking

The future can’t last … now for all to see

is a pretense for the better … always faking?

Lives build on habits … the best passing by

mediocrity a chosen garment

Almost like a rabbit in its final cry

when it gets crushed by a varmint

All by design but far from the original

depravity knits its own conclusion

Seldom refined by a chosen principal

seems the last straw in self-improved confusion

What if the end is already past me?

What if my blindness rules the day?

What if my lent was never to be

could I follow Christ this way?