If you’ve squandered your time and your talents,
And done what was easy, not best,
There’s still time to take it to Jesus,
He’s always the Lord of what’s left.
If you’ve wandered through unholy friendships,
And your burdened-scarred heart’s now bereft,
It’s not too late to take it to Jesus,
He’s always the Lord of what’s left.
You may fear that you’ve run too far from Him,
That there’s no coming home from your quest,
But His arms are still held wide in welcome,
He’s always the Lord of what’s left.
He wishes you’d chosen Him sooner,
His plans for you would have been best,
His love can still transform your future,
He’s always the Lord of what’s left.
His voice softly whispers forgiveness,
As His heart hears each word you confess.
You’re precious to Him, and He loves you,
Praise God, He’s the Lord of what’s left.
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Valerie Phillips works at Andrews University in Berrien Springs, Michigan. This poem was published on Decemer 15, 2011.
