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I coulda, shoulda, woulda
something we’ve all said
But don’t be the one
saying it ’til they’re dead
I coulda, shoulda, woulda
is easy to say
When we allow regrets
to sweep us away
I coulda, shoulda, woulda
people do often groan
But those are thoughts
to be left alone
I coulda, shoulda, woulda
is about the past
And if living there
remorse is wide and vast
When coulda, shoulda, woulda
goes through your head
Get rid of it
before you are dead
Take it to the Lord
lay it at His feet
Don’t go to your grave
broken down in defeat!
Teresa Marie 12/7/11
Oh you wicked generation
who has turned away,
what will you then
at your judgment say?
“But I didn’t know,
nobody ever told me”,
when you wouldn’t hear
and you wouldn’t see.
You deny the Truth
when in front of you
because you do not want
My commands to do.
When the end does come,
you will see My face
as you stand before
My throne in your disgrace!
And what of your sins,
for which you cannot lie
when I’ll see each one
of them before you die?
There’ll be no excuse,
nor any good reason.
Know, as with everything,
there is but a season.
Will only a wasted life
be what’s in your hand?
Will you hang your head
when before Me you stand?
Or rather be the one
who does hold it high
as I say, “Well done!”,
and your praises cry?
Don’t you want to be
as the good, wise son
who does change his ways
before his life is done?
Teresa Marie
8/18/10
What about God? 