The Offense
It is reported that I have offended someone.
Hatred drips from muted lips.
Ah, how you hate me so.
I’ve done much wrong and caused you pain.
It’s right that I should go.
Its I to blame for what is wrong.
Though I did what I could do.
In Jesus’ name I bow and leave.
For I’ve offended you.
Lord, heal this breach
By love’s strong hand.
And set the captive free.
And if this world is better off,
I ask that you take me.
May God judge between you and I. I wrote this poem with a true desire to make things right between us. At this rate, it’s likely I won’t see your face again. Though it doesn’t have to end this way. The next move is up to you.
By His Grace.
