...and let your peace return to you... -
For all the pain inside,
the seeds of hurt arrive,
to plant a single grain,
and choke the rosebed lain.
For everyone of us,
which wrestle with our trust,
to ache in bitter rear,
and chained by choking fear.
Now this I've learned as well,
Through lifes hard aching swell,
That only through a hope,
is freedom from this rope.
Forgiveness is the knife,
Which restores heart to life,
To cut the cords which bind,
for freedom from the blind.
So this is what I've done,
to stand and feel I've won,
Forgiving those who hurt,
for freedom from the curt.
Now years past can i view,
In this here life anew,
With pity all compassioned,
towards their hope is fashioned.
In prayers for those which made,
The first seed which was laid,
Which died in faith and trust,
Forgiveness freedoms must.
without a bitter curse,
or even wordy terse,
I love them in their hate,
which cannot breach my gate.
So this is what was meant,
when Jesus here was sent,
To show us how to love,
the metaphor the dove.
For freely I received,
to loosen my bereived,
which now is patient peace,
a never ending fleece.
With every gift in hand,
like footprints in the sand,
You've carried me through fire,
So my heart lifted higher.
My God my king my Lord,
You've shown me the reward,
Toward this current grace,
as smiles do cross my face.
So thank you for the pain,
Since now I've much more gain,
Toward what I once lived,
Is open armed to give.
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