I keep processing this in waves;
I say I forgive. I say I will bless.
Then I’m a mess
And don’t want You to save
Ninevah.

So I’m embarrassed to say:
We all fail. We all sin.
I choose to forgive again.
More resentment dissolves away.
I trust You

To chasten Yours,
And chastise rebels
In Your timing.

Let me be Yours.