Father Forgive Me
by Barbara Philbrook

Father I've said the wrong words. I've broken someone's heart.
That was not my intention from the very start.

I meant only to convey my compassion.
I've instead caused hard feelings with strong passion.

Father I ached as I read the words in my mail.
I meant only to console not to assail.

I tried to show loving sympathy and caring,
and now I sit with my heart absolutely tearing.

Forgive me for this human blunder.
How could I have set someone else's life so asunder?

Father I am but a human made of flesh,
but I've long ago surrendered my selfishness.

I know my heart was pure and clean.
Please dear Father help her to see what I really did mean.

I tried to repair it all on my own,
and once again my incompetence was clearly shown.

So Father I hand it over to Your loving hands.
I know you already knew about it and have Your own plans.

Thank You Father for allowing us this blessed treasure,
of knowing You have the answer for problems of any measure.

Thank You for the blood which covers me.
I gladly surrender this error that I no longer have to see.

Once again I can breath a sigh of relief.
Thank You Father for relieving my grief.

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