You poke me once; you hurt me twice
I looked at you and said nothing;
Maybe was it coincidence
Or yet simple inadvertence
Then as if it was a fun game
You could not stop doing the same
To a kind heart rightly in pain.
More than once to you I complained
But to hurt me over again
It seems like you have no refrain.
Anger and wrath under my skin
Several times tempted have I been
To learn to play your wicked game
And burn you at my raging flame!
My heart no longer was at rest
A storm was raging in my chest
My hands often now in a fist
My clenched teeth making me a beast
I was ready to be like you
And let now my adrenal glands
Take the matter at their own hands!
Then when I was bleeding the most
I realized what had almost
Taken away my inner peace
When I heard the sweet Holy Ghost
Whisper in a still and small voice,
“Always remember it’s your choice
To always forgive and forget….
Just like He did at Golgotha
Demonstrating on that dark day
The sheer power of forgiveness.”
That whisper did not come in vain
As my composure I regained;
My heart found back its nice tempo
As anger and wrath it let go.
I will not sink in bitterness
As I ignore your wickedness.
You may hurt me as much you want
It is now quite irrelevant:
I’ve learned to use with humbleness
The sheer power of forgiveness.