It matters not if I’ve been hurt;

It matters not at all 

That sometimes from my weary eyes 

The scalding teardrops fall. 

 

What matters most is if I’ve erred 

And not confessed the sin,

And through my lack some needy soul 

Has failed to follow Him. 

 

It matters not if cherished friends 

On whom I leaned in vain 

Have wounded me by word and deed

And left me with my pain. 

 

What matters is, can I forgive 

Again, and yet again?

It’s not, “Have they been true,” but “Lord, 

Have I been true to them?”

 

‘Twill matter not when evening comes 

How rough the road I’ve trod,

If only I have walked with Him 

And led someone to God!

 

For when I wake to be like Him

Who saved me by His Grace, 

Earth’s pain will vanish when I see

One glimpse of His dear face!

 

—Anonymous 

from Old Paths Tract Society, Inc.

Shoals, Indiana 47581