My aim is one of obedience,
Not always a desire of my heart.
To love my enemies as I’m am told, (Matthew 5:43-45)
Despite their harshly inflicted scars.
Not only love, but bless them,
Do good to those who have hurt me.
I’m even asked to pray for them,
While no reasoning I can conceive.
There’s much I do not understand,
God’s thoughts and ways are higher than mine. (Isaiah 55:8-9)
What’s beyond comprehension in the natural,
I find works out for my good over time.
I approach this rule, leading with compassion,
Placing myself in that person’s reality.
Trying to grasp why they are as they are,
Knowing much is hidden from me.
In handling others with humility and love,
Forgiving, when it seems unjust.
I consider my many mistakes,
All my wrongs which unfairly remain hushed.
And I pray fervently for the strength I need,
To obey my Lord’s clear petition.
Knowing, left to my own efforts,
I’ll only know resentments painful repetition.