Poem -
Have Mercy
Someone I loved wronged me,
A person I dearly loved,
And anger then settled in spirit,
Not fruit as from above.
Inside it brewed to take root,
As I would not let it go,
Justifying I was the hurt one,
So then it continued to grow.
Embracing venom in my soul,
I carried the weight of it,
Burdened with being the victim,
Praying they realized their sin.
Just as I clung to this mindset,
My Father would convict,
Asking me where was my mercy,
To which I had to quickly repent.
His words penetrated my heart,
Having to look in the mirror,
And confessing my wrong,
Mercy then was what I'd deliver.
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