The road behind is paved in stone and dust
With shadows long and hinges red with rust
I've carried heavy things I didn't need
Like Bitter words and every hollow deed
But the morning light is whispering a name
And it tells me I don't have to stay the same
Oh, looking back, I find the gift of remembering
The steady hand that led me through the night
And looking forward, the gift of forgetting
To leave the dark and travel toward the light
One is a bridge, and one is a closing door
To help me be the soul I wasn't before
I'll keep the warmth of every kind embrace
And the way I felt the turning of His grace
But I will cast the failures to the sea
The chains of "what I was" won't follow me
For if the Master says He'll not recall the sin
Then why should I keep letting the winter in
Oh, looking back, I find the gift of remembering
The steady hand that led me through the night
And looking forward, the gift of forgetting
To leave the dark and travel toward the light
One is a bridge, and one is a closing door
To help me be the soul I wasn't before
To hold the miracle, but let the sorrow fly
To see the earth, but keep an eye upon the sky
The hard things fall like leaves upon the ground
While the good things are the only treasures found
A sanctified forgetting of the pain
Until the joy is all that will remain
The gift of remembering
The gift of letting go
Toward the light