Dying with disdain, such a bitter taste,
A callused heart, hardened by the wear of hate;
Why shan’t you forgive, lest carry loathe to the grave?
What you sow you reap, and what you give you take;
Don’t you know you cannot hate, and still see the Lord’s presence?
Those blind to forgiveness, are those blind to heaven;
Whatever could he do, to make you abhor like such?
Whatever could he say, to take away your grace and love?
The hatred keeps you, bound in the shackles of your detest,
Only forgiveness, can take the hate and give you rest;
But your heart’s so hurt, you don’t think you can love,
So pray warily, pray to the Father above;
Because if you can’t love, forgive those who trespassed,
Who in heaven, then, shall speak before the Father on your behalf?