i regret nothing, not a single black thing
i regret not the pain, not the ache, nor the sting
not the scrapes, nor the scratches. not the wound in my side.
i regret not the fear, nor the tears i have cried
i regret not the battle, not the war, nor the flood
i regret not the wounds, nor that bed in the mud
i regret not the meals with the pigs i did eat
nor the years i spent limping on broken, bent feet
i regret not my long, weary time on the road
walking painful and bent, such a heavy dark load
for the end of that road, all those ruined, dark things
saw my Father, good Father, running toward me on wings
and He grabbed so hard tight i could barely draw breath
and we cried there together, seeing life out of death
i regret not that road, nor the years that i lost
i regret one thing only, the dear Life it all cost
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