I am at the shop and my plan was to get my admin up to date. I have a cup of coffee next to me, Jesus Culture playing on the computer and my mind is everywhere, except where its supposed to be. I started thinking about what forgiveness is all about so I wrote a poem. . All of us, at various stages of our lives have issues with forgiveness. Here it is, please give me feedback about your own experiences with forgiving.
Holding onto the past is what I do
Remembering every word and deed
Going over it every day
It soon becomes a great, ugly need
The alternative is unthinkable
How can anyone, most of all God, expect
Me to let go of what hurt me so much
As if nothing was ever there?
How can I say it’s all over?
How can I live without the pain
That has been part of me for so long?
How? I ask you how is it done?
I cannot even start to think where to begin
How do I start to leave it all behind?
My life will be emptied of all the grief
But will there be anything at all left behind?
Will I not then be just an empty vessel
Making a lot of noise?
The pain has sustained me and I thought,
Given me good reason to be alive.
“Take My hand my child and turn your back
On all the pain and hate,
Take my hand and follow Me
I bore it all for you on a cross on Calvary”
My body is trembling at the words I hear
My voice is breaking,
The fear of letting go is too strong but
My heart is crying out for the freedom I need
Father, You say I must forgive
But how? How can I say its all OK?
They hurt me so bad, I never was the same
Life is not fair, I did not deserve the pain
“Follow Me,” I heard it again
I listened to my heart.
I needed to be free and not caught up
In this trap of fear and hurt
Here I am Lord, take me just as I am
Ugly and broken and full of scars
Lonely and hurting with my life in a mess
I sob till the tears wash the mud off my face
“That is the only way I ever could.
You are now ready to be washed clean
With My precious blood
Just like all those who are weary.”
I have forgiven those I thought I never could
I have put the past where it belongs
I have become a new creature
The kind of perfect imperfection Jesus wants
My sins are forgiven, my life is empty
Of all the hate and grief and mud
I am a person proud to call
Jesus my Saviour and my Lord
All the ugly has been purged
And even though I thought emptiness
Would be the replacement
I’m all filled up with love