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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Purposefulness (Purpose in Life) (05/25/06)

TITLE: No Turning Back
By Jesus Puppy
05/26/06


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No Turning Back

The days of youth are all gone,
Simple times when work was done.
Momma's smile and Daddy's hands,
Building castles in the sand.
Sitting in the morning sun,
Running round and having fun.
No purpose to living in the past,
For in life, there's no turning back.

When rain clouds are all you find,
Sun is shining in your mind.
A child's first dance on a summer day,
Not the old grey stone of your mother's grave.
As you stand weeping bitter tears,
Your heart can't fly in the golden years.
No purpose dreaming of the past,
For in life, there's no turning back.

Standing in the shadows of greater man,
Who reached down to lend me a helping hand.
He was sad and tired, but filled with hope,
Gave to me the greatest gift I'll ever know.
Spoke of One who came down from above,
To offer us the strength of His Father's love.
His purpose in life to forgive our past,
And He showed, there's no turning back.

There is strength in His nail scared hands,
As He carries me to the promised land.
He washed me clean and set me free,
Hanging there on Judgment's tree.
The purposes of life have changed,
Buried in the past is only pain.
No purpose living in the past,
In His life, there's no turning back.

Dreaming of better days before me now,
Walkin' golden streets in a city in the clouds.
Hand in hand with angels, we dance and sing,
Giving all praises to a worthy King of Kings.
No more tears to shed with eternity to play,
Purposes have changed in a better way.
Now I leave behind the dreams of the past,
With a smile, there's no turning back.


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Jan Ackerson 06/03/06
A worthwhile read for anyone who tends to live in the past...and a wonderful hope for the future!
Amy Michelle Wiley 06/03/06
Great job! I love the repeat line.
Stefanie Noonan06/03/06
Good reading material! I love the line, "Hanging there on Judgment's tree". Stefanie
Joe Moreland06/06/06
I was reading along whimsically when I suddenly came upon the 4th line in the second stanza: "Not the old grey stone of your mother's grave." That stopped me cold in my tracks. It slapped me upside the face as it might have for anyone to have a parent die unexpectedly. From that point on it was a different experience for me as I finished reading. You dropped me off a precipice, and then you did a masterful job of lifting me back up, gradually, throughout the rest of the poem. My hat is off to you. The mind of a poet baffles me - how you come up with such vivid imagery is beyond me.
Rita Garcia06/06/06
"Not the old grey stone of your mother's grave."

You pull the strings of my heart with this line.

One of my favorites! WOW!
Debra Brand06/06/06
Nice poetry and rhyme. Excellent story. God Bless.
Edy T Johnson 06/06/06
This reminds me of the Scripture "In this world you will have tribulation, but be of good cheer, for I (Jesus) have overcome the world!" Keeping our eyes on Jesus, He focuses us on the joy ahead that cannot be compared to the suffering here and in the past.

I like the pictures you paint with words, especially the lovely ones here: "Simple times when work was done.
Momma's smile and Daddy's hands,
Building castles in the sand.
Sitting in the morning sun"