Bless not curse
Your enemies is the verse
I struggle with.
The verse that compels me to quit,
Throw up my hands
Lord, I’m not that grand
I’m not there yet.
With anger and stress my days are met
The feelings I can’t hide,
There’s so much I keep inside.
Lord, open my heart, work on me
For You once counted me an enemy
Yet, You loved me through.
Once upon a time I knew
Not the pain I caused,
Never did I take pause
But Lord, now Your love has
Made me aware of my past.
You have covered my sin
By Your blood, this race I will win.
You see there is no condemnation.
My Lord feels no indignation
To me, because I left, I ran away
Chasing worldly comforts that weren’t
comforting enough to stay.
Lord, thank You for waking me
Clearing the darkness from my eye to see.
Thank You for bringing my sin to the surface,
So that You could expose my pain with a purpose.
Now they will know that it is only through You
A life of turmoil can be renewed.
Humble me Lord, because in their place I once stood,
And at times I fall, yet I rise because You are good.
Through Your love for me
I can do all things.
Bless, yes bless my enemies, let me do
Good to those who persecute.
Let them feel Your grace,
Remove their sins without a trace.
Cleanse them from their iniquities.
Break them in love until it’s You they please.