"God keeps no record of your wrongs"
and it struck, as if I was hearing it first:
He keeps no record of my wrong.
...
So when I sin [this time, again] and come to Him,
He doesn't look at His long list of how long it has indeed been?
No; No! He starts fresh. With tender eyes, with mercy wide,
with love defined unfailing.
In moments of deepest need, my sin
I used to be so bone convinced that you would see
And once you knew it, un-love me;
I played endless games of run and hide.
It's called Humiliation.
But you have seen it broken, mine. And I have seen it, yours.
And I have seen it too inside myself, this love's unable fail;
the only way being to start over, fresh,
with tender, mercy, eyes, wide.
It is my commitment to you:
I will not keep--I have not kept--a record.
And I turn humiliation around this time, in humility I now stand.
Knowing my broken has hurt you yes, and will likely strike again,
I ask you: What is the status of your heart for me?
Could it look like this?
[redeem, verb: to free from what distresses or harms; to release from blame or debt; to regain possession or recover ownership;
to convert, restore, atone; to save]
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