My soul is moved once more
This time not to the path of peace
But into a space of work
Wounds turning to scars
Recoiling from trusted hearts
I pause, What’s to salvage here
I can forgive, I have to forgive
I am forgiven I’m told
We all make mistakes, I make mistakes
So there is no grace that I can withhold
Yet my very big heart seems to be bleeding
And it can’t make much sense of it all
They tried to make me a punching bag
They tried to make me so small
Am I small or am I strengthened?
Will I rise from a deadly duel
Will my courage convey my conviction
Or will I crumble a tiny bit more
I know I stayed strong with integrity
I didn’t shrink under foot
My rutter must be set by the Almighty
I can’t explain my calm in the storm
Still I admit I’m shaken
And I feel unsure of where to move
If I give up a little of me then
I can make it smooth and good
I’m tired of giving up me though
Sick of the harsh getting away with crass
What does it do to preserve what’s torn
If the cruel cannot mend their lack
