A Pilgrim’s Progress
By: C.H.James

The record of my life was shame
With no one but myself to blame
Upon pure gold floated I, like dross
For I knew the power of the cross
Drifting often to and fro
As though not knowing where to go
My soul tormented deep within
By evil thoughts giving birth to sin
One day I’d be by God inspired
The next in sinful pleasure mired
Now old enough to look behind
To great surprise I now find
The twists and turns made at the start
Have straightened in life’s latter part
My troubled heart need not have fret
For Christ, my Lord is working yet
Christ’s faithfulness is undiminished
His work goes on till it is finished.

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