If I could go back to the sixties, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes. I’d put every effort into making different ones. That’s just the way life unfolds.
For we all stumble in many ways. And if anyone does not stumble in what he says, he is a perfect man, able also to bridle his whole body.
But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire.
It’s best to do what the song says:
Precious Lord, take my hand,
lead me on, help me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
lead me on to the light:
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.
Give it some thought.
Gary