Exit

 

Did I exit life's stage too quickly, 

Leaving something undone or unsaid? 

I suppose it's a moot point at present, 

Considering that I am dead. 

 

I should've been more proactive 

In sharing my gifts and talents; 

An ambassador of creating,

Giving life a proper balance.

 

I could've contended in prayer 

For things that were yet to transpire 

And, in faith, loved like Jesus, with action—

With a love that burns like a fire.

 

If only I'd stewarded better 

The time that was given to me—

Sticking true, at all times, to my calling 

And all I was destined to be 

 

And then, I awake with a start. 

Oh, phew, I am not deceased yet. 

But it's only a matter of time, 

And I don't want to leave with regret. 

 

Lord, help me, with all of my being, 

To utilize well the days given.

For time that I've squandered and wasted, 

I ask that I would be forgiven.

 

Equip me and strengthen my spirit 

To give what I have, open-handed,

And help me love others as better,

The way, in your Word, you commanded.

 

Help me give of myself to my friends —

And my family members too,

With authentic investment and passion—

Your grace and your joy to imbue. 

 

May no vital words be left unspoken 

Or ambiguous messages hanging.

May it always be clear what I stood for—

Heartfelt love, and not simply a clanging.

 

May I always be patient and kind, 

Bringing peace to the restless place;

Doing good, and not evil, to others—

A comfort to those I embrace.

 

I won't perfectly pass through this life, 

But I know there is eternal worth

In living each day for God's glory

In the time I have left on this earth.

 

 © 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart