Regretless I shall live,
Regardless of the cost.
Remembering what was mine
And how all that was lost.
Freely given up
My heart, my soul, my will.
Given to the Keeper
And I rest, peaceful, still.
Doing what He bids me
I won't look back and frown.
For He gives what is best,
Though I may not see that now.
[I've decided to share some of my poetry occasionally. -Brenna]
