Tangled Lives

I see the tangled webbing of our lives,
the ambiguity of most we do,
the complex nature of our thoughts and drives,
the subtle mix of good, bad, false and true.

I feel sad for the awful things I've done,
the harm to my own life and destiny,
the hurt I've brought to almost everyone,
each lost neglected opportunity.

I sense I've made a mess of everything,
and only God knows how it all turns out,
the tawdry way I've treated God won't bring
an easing of my conscience or my doubt.

Yet since I know God helps the life we spend,
I do believe He’ll save me in the end.

                              -- by Pete Voelz      12/04