I want to live open-handed.
Help me release the fist
That holds the case,
The evidence list:
The details I’ve transcribed.
I’ve want to move on
To forgive without recompense
Knowing it can’t be made right
And it makes no sense
To accuse while I plead mercy.
If they please You
Than who am I
To ask You to favor me,
Or to nullify
Your blood atonement.
Please remember me
In my lowly state,
The humility of my station.
You are Worthy, Great,
Yet show special regard to the degraded.
They hurt me;
I forgive because of You.
Because I believe You would.
Because I believe You’re true.
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