©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson

To every heart, a wound must come;

no soul is free from this.

Some enemy or friend will deal

a blow that breaks your bliss.

By malice or intention, born

of ignorance or whim,

one day, your trust will be forsaken––

torn from limb to limb.

And as you seek out respite, solace,

justice or redress,

beware of the false spirit that

invites you to transgress.

Lay down the sword of tit for tat.

Spurn battles none can win.

Revenge makes a mean ally, for

its price is your own sin.

And oh, that wound runs deeper than

the blow that cut you first,

for pain inflicted on yourself

will always hurt the worst.

When your heart aches with sorrow,

wash it in humility

and wrap it in the love our Savior

offers you and me.

The Master Healer knows the way.

He died that we might live.

If we would be forgiven, then

like Him, let us forgive.