For many days this hurt has grown,
My conscience weighs with guilt that’s known
To self alone; a sense of right
Bestows itself upon my plight.
My right to comfort stands no more,
I forfeit it to stop this war,
To kneel before my enemy
In sorrow and humility.
I risk the cost, my cause is just,
And in her mercy blindly trust;
For this, I must forsake my pride
That selfishness might be denied.
As I confess my shameful deeds,
I bow my head as sorrow feeds
A soul that leads repentant heart
To ask anew afresh to start.
She watches as the silver tears
Begin to overflow, and nears
To calm my fears with warm embrace,
Forgiving me with humbling grace.
In this moment, love has won,
Becalming anger, hurt undone;
For in the Son, forgiveness lies,
Compassion, hate and strife defies.