Ruminate over wrongs
Shuffle the deck and lay them out
Count those offenses once more
Pile them high
Rut-stuck treadmill of thoughts
Wearing me out.
‘To me! To me!’ cries out the horn of salvation
I see the banner lifted high
‘Forgive as you’ve been forgiven’
‘Mercy not sacrifice’
Truth lights up my path.
I lean on my Saviour’s arm
Strength infuses my weakness
My blows are aimless no longer.
In the Name of the Lord
The swarming thoughts die out
Like fire among the thorns.
Like a river sweeps battle-shards away.
Is the banner left flying high.
Morning, noon, and night
You hear my concerns and my complaints.
I am attacked from all sides,
but You will rescue me unharmed by the battle.
Psa 55:17-18 CEV