Forgive me, Lord, for I blame them.
Jessica Railsback
This wound unravels each mend.
Over and over I forgave the offense.
Still, over all this time I get tense.
The stitches break and anger flows.
Bite your tongue so as not to let it show.
In silence, the spiritual practice begins.
To mend the frayed stitches end.
Water on a hot flame of anger.
Forgiveness replaces the heated danger.
A temporary fix for a spiritual end.
One day redemption will permanently mend,
The wound left on my explosive heart.
Until made complete, I will fall apart.
Forgive me, Lord, for my prejudice.
My mind thought they saw me as less.
In turn, I came to despise their power.
So embraced, I could take a shower.
Ashamed by the sinful filth I allowed in my heart.
Lord show me mercy and allow for a fresh start.
Far from complete, I struggle on.
I sincerely wish for this battle to be done.
Forgive me, Lord, for I still struggle.
At some points my thinking becomes muddled.
Seventy times seven I’m here again.
The practice of forgiveness seems to never end.
I hate myself for feeling anger.
Why does mercy feel like a stranger?
I guess I forget that I’m still not complete,
And this battle will be over when I sit at His feet.
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