Classic Poem

God sent us here to make mistakes,
— To strive, to fail, to rebegin,
To taste the tempting fruit of sin,
— And find what bitter food it makes.

To miss the path, to go astray,
— To wander blindly in the night.
But searching, praying for the light,
— Until at last we find the way.

And looking back along the past,
— We know we needed all the strain
Of fear and doubt and strife and pain
— To make us value peace, at last.

Who fails finds later triumph sweet.
— Who stumbles once walks then with care,
And knows the place to cry " Beware "
— To other unaccustomed feet.

Through strife the slumbering soul awakes
— We learn on errors troubled route
The truths we could not prize without
— The sorrow of our sad mistakes.

God sent us here to make mistakes,
— To strive, to fail, to rebegin,
To taste the tempting fruit of sin,
— And find what bitter food it makes.

To miss the path, to go astray,
— To wander blindly in the night.
But searching, praying for the light,
— Until at last we find the way.

And looking back along the past,
— We know we needed all the strain
Of fear and doubt and strife and pain
— To make us value peace, at last.

Who fails finds later triumph sweet.
— Who stumbles once walks then with care,
And knows the place to cry " Beware "
— To other unaccustomed feet.

Through strife the slumbering soul awakes
— We learn on errors troubled route
The truths we could not prize without
— The sorrow of our sad mistakes.