We come to terms with our mistakes to strive, to try, then fail, to win Seeing what bitter food it makes tasting the tempting fruits of sin
Looking back along the past succeeding through our strain Makes us value life at last with its unending strife and pain
Who once failed, find triumph sweet where once stumbled, cry beware To the other unaccustomed feet victory comes to those who dare
Are we but images made of God his work in labored progress Made from the dust and the sod our one sheer moment of happiness
What strife encumbers, the soul awakes learning the errors, of our troubled route Through sorrows, of our sad mistakes come truths, we could not live without
Tate
We face them every day, and sleep with them every night. Our character is defined by how we deal with our mistakes! For those of us who learn best the hard way this is both bittersweet and true