Forgiving was a mountain—
For those who wounded me deep,
Who twisted truth and tried to steal
The song I fought to keep.
They cast their shame upon me,
Sorrow soaked my soul,
I shattered under pressure,
No longer brave or whole.
My worth felt like nothing,
A heart dragged through the dirt,
I crumbled under judgment,
Confused, betrayed, and hurt.
Then came the gentle Savior,
So humble in His stride,
Not clothed in worldly glory,
But Heaven’s love inside.
No riches marked His presence,
No fame adorned His name,
His only aim: to please the One
From whom all goodness came.
I gave Him all my brokenness,
He offered peace divine,
No longer bound by cruelty,
Or fear of humankind.
I asked Him for forgiveness,
Then passed it on with grace
To those who bore their burdens
Of sin and dark disgrace.
And as I gave that mercy,
A healing light broke through—
My soul stood tall with honor,
My heart was made anew.
Now I seek one voice alone:
Is God pleased with me?
For only He is worthy
To shape who I should be.