As I watch the parade
passing my point of view
by faith of Christ
the inverse is true.
What has passed
is ahead and history.
What's behind
is yet to come
and energizes me.
Worry of the future,
by faith, is history.
Such faith frees of
demands to see.
Guilt, shame,
the residue seen.
But now by faith,
the Word made clean.
What appears behind,
now arrives on time
as an end
to the parade
reflects sublime
what is first
seems last.
By the Word
long last.