“Almost” – such a sad, sad word,
Beneath which lies an open grave,
Of half-done deeds, and good intentions,
Of cowardice that was ‘almost’ brave;
Of hard-fought battles ‘almost’ won,
Of loving words I ‘almost’ said,
Of things I ‘almost’ thought to do,
Of times I ‘almost’ stood – but fled.
The mounded dust of wasted days,
The skeletons of moments past;
A life I ‘almost lived for Christ,
But found that ‘almost’ doesn’t last.
written by Joanna Lynn
Beautiful poem. And very convicting to one who has a hard time finishing what she starts!
Joanna, you’ve done it again. A poem that convicts and speaks to my heart at the same time… Thank you!
Your sis