Bitterness
I had a dream the other night,
I woke up scared so full of fright.
Our Savior stood up on a hill,
This dream I dreamed it seemed so real.
Reading from a book these special names
I stood there and watched as the people came.
The names He read were His chosen ones,
But my name was not called, what have I done.
As their name was called I stood and watched them disappear,
And He looked at me like I was not even there.
Father I pleaded what had I done that was so very wrong,
You’re filled with bitterness is why you do not belong.
The pain I felt had tore me apart,
Unforgiveness had filled and darkened my heart.
This evil thing had claimed my place,
And stole from me my Saviors grace.
I watched and cried as they left that day,
I wished this dream would go away.
As I sat up on the edge of my bed,
Filed with shame as I hung my head.
Help me Father to overcome this hate filled spirit don’t let it win,
I turn to You, help me to make this bitterness end.
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