I’ve Been Wrong

Forgive me all my words
Hard flung
Intended to inflict, not inform
Dry up the bitterness I’ve wrung.

Tend to the gangrene
Festering in the bitter, angry,
Stagnant waters of my spirit
Sick as unforgiveness makes me

I’m severed, swollen,
Infected, and sore
Some of it is my own fault;
Maybe a far shot more.

Help me see clearly, to
Sponge away the grief and guile.
Help me to stand again,
To live open-handed while

There’s love to share with starved souls:
Precious because You love them.

Help me see them, and care, and act

And always have my back
Like You always have.

When I had no comforters,
You wrapped Yourself around me.
To You belongs all glory,
Honor, Majesty,

And my forever adoration.