To forgive or not to forgive! Like a sharp sword your words pierced my soul Like a hammer your look brought a crushing blow No words can describe the deep anguish within My tears fail to show the Heartbreak of sin Like a late summer flower whose fragrance is gone Though once a fresh spring, my heart’s now a stone The barrenness of winter has come for a day Fruitless and stagnant is where I will stay Should I forgive or shall I remain cold? Is bitterness and anger the way to grow old? Enslaved to my thoughts, a captive I’ll be Or is there a way for me to be free? I see on the cross a pitiless form Beaten, despised, His holy flesh torn Blood on his brow, spit on his face Unjustly and cruelly he hangs in my place Their words call for hatred, anger, and more His words do not seek to settle a score He is the Christ and speaks what is true Father, forgive - they know not what they do. Christ has forgiven and so must I No matter how hurt, yet still I must try I must forgive others, as He forgives me That like him in mercy and grace I might be. A choice we all have in how we’ll grow old Hearts like fresh springs or hearts that are cold Late summer flowers or the fragrance of spring The barrenness of winter or new life we bring �
Beautiful and true!