Garbage Day

I put the trash bags
on the curb for pick-up
where did all that garbage
come from?
One bag for disappointments
another for fears that
never came to past
a bag for disappointment
another for fears that never
come to pass
a bag of fights I had to win
a sack of lies
one of sin

I am throwing them out
to start again
a life of love
with my Lord, my King

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