The Burden Of Forgiveness

 It's the hardest thing I've had to do,

the least appealing job to face,

to gird myself and stand next to

who wronged me and offer them grace

through forgiving in Your presence,

through a willingness to love,

not because that is my essence,

but I must choose to rise above

the hates that were all I could see,

that choking fetid dumpster fire,

for something that's transcended me,

for the dousing of the pyre

that its hot smoke may not affright

the purity of Heaven's light.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is BLAME.

I blame those whom I must forgive,

and hold them to a strict account

for making life harder to live,

for I'm called to the full amount

of seeing sin inside of me,

and knowing that I am no better

than those whose faults I clearly see,

whose brotherhood becomes a fetter

to make be stand up by their side

in the palace of the King.

I really would prefer to hide

and let God do His thing,

but I have to be prepared

for a judgement that is shared.

Four minutes and YUCK! I hated to write that.

Music from the Traveling Wilburys, with Handle With Care

Sylvia's forgiveness requires ice cream.