It Hurts
by Barbara Philbrook

It hurts Lord, it hurts so bad,
and besides that Lord I got real mad.

When someone speaks what's on their mind,
you may be shocked at what you find.

A lovely Christian acquaintance of mine,
is not so loving I now find.

She is filled with a dreadful hate,
I was standing by when she began to berate.

Berate someone she felt superior to,
forgetting about having an equality view.

I explained her words were an offense,
and told her God didn't uphold such nonsense.

It hurts way deep in my heart,
it actually makes me feel torn apart.

Father I know forgiveness is due,
but I need to ask for more grace from You.

You see such generosity is not mine,
I ask You to provide what is only Thine

Help me to forgive and offer her up in prayer,
and make my desires for her be fair.

Forgive my anger and help me to learn,
that we must give more than people earn.

They may earn anger and retaliation,
but I must want for them complete salvation.

I am grateful that when I am less than I should be,
I can come and receive grace from Thee.

Help me to want the same for my friend,
may it be You on whom she learns to depend.

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