Forgiven

A Petrarchan sonnet

(Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash)

For years I’ve looked at you with such disdain,

a villain vile as the devil himself.

I kept the weight of your crimes to myself,

housing my hurt until it grew into hate.

You were the one Grace could never change-

the one lost soul that could never be helped;

I’ll never forgive you, have fun in Hell,

you’ll spend eternity there with your shame.

But have I not felt His hands heal my scars?

Has He not rescued ME from all MY sins?

If His light is greater than any dark,

and His hands can calm the wrathful winds,

can He not place forgiveness in my heart-

has He not proven His love always wins?