See a bright red hole in my heart.
I look over,
See him with another stone in hand.
The pain is real,
The pain goes deep,
And I find my heart
Being stitched with hate.
I look down,
See many scars on my heart.
I look back,
And remember the hurt.
The pain is real,
The pain goes deep,
And I see my heart
All covered with hate.
I look over,
See the holes in His hands.
I look down,
See the stone in my hand.
His pain is real,
His pain is deep,
But I see His eyes
So filled with love.
I look over,
See the scars on His hands.
I look back,
And remember my sin.
I look up,
See His love-filled eyes.
I give a cry,
Run into His arms.
I look down,
See the scars on my heart.
I look back,
And remember the hurt.
The pain is real,
The pain goes deep,
But my hate-filled heart
Now knows a love so dear.
He owes me much
For the pain he caused.
I owe God more
For my sins abound.
Yet God forgave
My debt so large.
Shouldn't I forgive
His debt toward me?
The scars are there,
I can't hide that.
The pain was real,
And the memory still hurts,
Yet I choose today
To cancel the debt
He can't repay,
But that's ok!
Because my God showed me how,
I've canceled the debt.
I'm no longer owed,
He can't pay me back.
I've taken the bills
Ad ripped them in two.
He is forgiven,
And my heart is freed
From the bondage of hate
That had it bound.
My God has cleansed
Me of my sin
And has filled my heart
With boundless love.
To know my God
Is to be free indeed!
By me 1/23/03