Forgiving

I wait for a time that I
cannot feel old memories
drawing my soul
like a magnet into a time
and place where I
do not wish to be

They hurt and cause pain
my soul cringes with shame.
It feels all battered and stained.
Where, oh where do I
place the blame?


The Lord spoke my name
upon seeing my shame.
He knew my thoughts
were untrue.
He loved me the same
erasing my shame.
Setting me free, is why He came.