We come to terms with our mistakes
To strive,to try,then fail,to win.
Seeing what bitter food it makes.
Tasting the tempting fruits of sin.

Looking back along the past.
Succeeding through our strain.
Makes us value life at last.
With its unending strife and pain.

Who once failed.Find triumph sweet.
Where once stumbled cry Beware.
To the other unaccustomed feet.
Victory comes to those who dare.

Strength bestowed on one so fine.
Leads for those who fear the dark.
Make us all want to be so inclined.
Show the difference in one so stark.

Are we but images made of God?
His work in labored progress.
Made from the dust and the sod.
Our one sheer moment of happiness.

What strife incumbers the soul awakes.
Learning the errors our troubled route.
Through sorrows of our sad mistakes.
The truths we could not live without.