There is a pain that is difficult to bear,
Some have said that I shouldn’t even care.
Let it go, forget about the wrong that was done,
But I remember it happened to me, more than just once.
It is ever on my mind and the wound breaks my heart,
It drove a wedge between us, it drove us far apart.
With the offender, I was counted as a friend,
How could they hurt me, over and over again?
Will the pain ever cease?
Will this hurt ever decrease?
If time really heals all wounds,
Then, why does this hurt seem so new?
But then I see a glimmer of hope, from one so pure,
With nails in his hands and feet, I think I see a cure.
He paid the price for my healing and for my hurt,
It is only His blood, through His suffering, that this will work.
So, I release my pain to the One who died for me
So that from this aching wound, I might finally be free.