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Written by Ron Lawrence
Copyright © 2006, the Jericho Road Crew. All rights reserved.


Now I've been blessed, my life caressed
with friends of former days.
But through our aims, life made its claims
and we went our separate ways.
Now it comes to mind, how we squandered our time
and a consequence was paid.
Our fortunes cast, though fealty passed,
because of the choices made.


The practice of, this gift from above,
has too often been misused
for doubtful ends; and wisdom portends
that the cares of my life be bruised.
If this be a test and the truth be confessed
that I haven't quite made the grade.
But God makes good what is not as He would
in spite of the choices made


My regrets are few, but the ones that I do
seem to haunt me like a ghost.
My cause on the whole has taken its toll
on the ones that I love the most.
But if love, not strife, is the measure of a life,
then perhaps my concern's mislaid.
Cause it's also true that I wouldn't have you
If not for the choices made.