Long before I began the downward slide into old aged oblivion I concluded that when one reached 'the end' one might just about have learned enough to make a new start.
Or maybe that's just the process of reaching, from successive mistakes, the point where one is ready to meet Christ face to face and finally, fully and truly, be able to say "Nothing in my hand I bring, simply and solely to thy cross I cling".
Or maybe that's just the process of reaching, from successive mistakes, the point where one is ready to meet Christ face to face and finally, fully and truly, be able to say "Nothing in my hand I bring, simply and solely to thy cross I cling".