I would always fight to win,
For me, it was a matter of pride,
So I stubbornly argued,
Twisting reason and then
Fracturing the truth,
Like a prisoner on the rack;
But now I’m slowly learning
To follow the way of the cross,
So when I’m confronted and
When I’m fiercely challenged,
In simplicity I speak the truth,
Then when my adversary
Insists and angrily persists,
I calmly turn the other cheek
And embrace the cross,
Experiencing the bitterness
Of ridicule and rejection,
The painful suffering of
Vindictive vehement insults
That bloodily slash and tear
At my heart and sensitive soul;
But the good God is so good,
Truly He is never outdone in
Generosity, for He pours the
Sweet balm of the Spirit
Into my wounds and rescues me
From the snares of the enemy,
I rest in His gentleness and patience,
I experience true joy in Him,
For His courage conquers all,
Driving away apparent obstacles,
And with a smile in my soul,
I approach the Sea of Mercy,
I approach it with great trust!