Why can’t I let these people go?
Who’ve hurt and wounded, caused me grief;
Why in me is, God’s grace so low,
Horrid sinful pride, or simply just, my unbelief?
Why can’t I forgive, why not forget?
Bury the slander, rejection, and all the rest;
Why go I all the day and fret,
Why can’t I be free, to love them and bless?
Why can’t I be like my Jesus Christ?
Father forgive them, they don’t know what they do;
Father to me abound with more of your grace,
Then I’ll be able to do, what Jesus would do.
(Tune: None)
(© James R. Hamilton, written, Saturday, 3rd, December, 2005)
