The Hurdle of Hurt
A high hurdle stands in my way
It's growing higher by the day
I can't see past its highest peak
A stream of hurt flows from its creek
The hurdle of hurt is its name
It sets a high bar for its game
I can't see past its wicked bar
I see no victory from afar
God, help me see past this hurdle
For it's more than I can handle
Deep wounds are all my eyes can see
Please heal those hurts in your mercy
A high hurdle stands in my way
But it shields not the bright sunray
It stands not higher than the Cross
I'm found in Christ; no longer lost
'Father, forgive them,' was His plea
His plea for vile sinners like me
How could He forgive those who sin?
How could He love those who hurt Him?
God, give me the heart to forgive
To give others what I've received
I am struggling to show mercy
Help me, Lord; be patient with me
Copyright © Joanne Liaw | Year Posted 2016
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