Forgiveness
To be tried is to live,
And to repent to forgive.
Now is our time to prove,
To be healed and made true.
Not feeling worthy of love,
Dying in addiction’s clutch?
The Savior’s hands are around,
Working, until we are unbound.
It’s very brutal and rough,
To not feel strong enough,
To allow ourselves to strive,
To grow up until we thrive.
Abuse, turmoil and pain,
Keep us trapped in Satan’s game.
We need healing, physically, emotionally,
Mentally, spiritually and socially.
To partake of Christ’s fruits,
We must bear His life in us,
To tree from roots.
Herein are the gospel tools.
When we let the worst of us,
Get the best of us,
Our tribulation paves the way,
For greater need to obey.
Then with greatest urgency,
Christ comes and makes us free.
In descends the dove of peace,
As love from above to fully increase.
Copyright © Shane Brown | Year Posted 2019
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