Do you want to be well?

Forgive me, Father,
For banging the judge’s gavel
From the seat of pardon-
For letting myself harden and unravel.
Whatever they have done,
Or refused to do,
Is not my jurisdiction:
I surrender my claims to You.
You don’t sever wholesale;
You judge each by their fruit.
I turn them over to You
And release the pursuit.
Vengeance is Yours,
And You’ve promised vindication
Is the heritage of Your servants:
Forgive my imprecations.
I walk away, and from my sandals
I shake off the dust.
Repair my faith, my love, my hope,
And most of all, my shattered trust.

Thank you for the good;
Redeem or remove the bad.
When the tears eventually run dry
Instruct me again how to be glad,

Restore to me Your joy.