Although at first meant not I this,
now unto me it be a kiss
that warm me from my vein to flesh.
No more begrudgingly to bless.
These words that once no substance had
wash o're my soul and make me glad.
No longer spoke from obligation
they bring about my restoration.
Though blind may be their recipient,
I release regardless of repent.
No further I the object harmed.
Lower my sword, retract my arms.
Relinquish I the right to hate
through humbleness and mercy great.
No longer I the stubborn mule
I offer my forgiveness full.
Matthew 5:44 - "But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you."
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