I am guilty
of keeping a record of wrongs.
Each offense wrapped around my heart —
the words like chains, gripping me,
cutting deeper wounds,
festering, bleeding, choking out
any longing to love and remain.
No strength of mine can break these chains away —
I need a different set of hands,
Ones with nail scars in them,
and a healing balm for my twice wounded heart —
the guilty parties being them and me,
but never Him.
O Christ, help me to let these wrongs fall like water off my back and welcome Your perfect hands to support my needy soul. Remind me of the weight of wrongs You’ve already taken, the ones I committed. It is true that the fullness of my humanity is found in Your design, in love for You and them. Strengthen me, by Your grace, to keep no record of wrongs and thus know freedom in a different way.
Amen