Your mocking words tore me to threads,
you stole my courage and my flame
you made me question my ability
to speak, to lead, to write
you made me doubt
who I was and what I could be
With your jeering whispers you put me on edge,
so that I questioned everything, even my beliefs
you hated me and shunned me,
you isolated me from needed friends
who might have stood by my side, and I by theirs,
you provoked tears from me I shed in quiet
But you could not break me,
you words hurt me to my core,
but my heart was not my own;
For the one whom I had given my all to
was so much powerful than you.
His love never fails;
His strength renews each day,
His eyes pierce to one's soul
and He knows your motives
He knows your soul and who you are
For once be still, and know, that He dost come
And so I forgive you,
for though you brought me to my knees,
the daily leering words brought me back to him
to learn to stand up on my own
where I can praise him forevermore
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