Words were said
The pain went deep
I tossed and turned
I couldn’t sleep
The more I thought
The more I burned
My anger grew
My stomach churned
The thoughts kept coming
To my mind
Why did you treat me
So unkind?
A bitter seed
Went in my heart
Would I let it grow?
Or stop its start?
As I pondered
What to do
I heard your words
The words of truth
“A bitter root
Will many defile
For its poison spreads
To many lives”
I made a choice
To pull that weed
To stop its start
While still a seed
I prayed for the one
That hurt me so
And as I did
Forgiveness flowed
Not all at once
It took some time
But as I obeyed
Your grace was mine
Now I am free
The turmoil’s past
Your peace has come
I’m free at last
Heb 12:14 Follow peace with all men, and holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord:
Heb 12:15 Looking diligently lest any man fail of the grace of God; lest any root of bitterness springing up trouble you, and thereby many be defiled;