Anger - Laura Hackett Park

Anger, you’re a bitter friend

You stabbed me in the back again

Tricking me with fantasies

Of vindication, satisfaction

Slipping on that yoke of pain

You steal from me with twisted gain

Robbing days and precious gifts

That are wrapped in earthen packages

Why do you lie in your pride?

Revenge is most sweet when it dies

Don’t let that bitter root hide

For there is life on the other side

Sleepless nights my mind replays

Waiting for apologies

I’ve been wronged, does no one see?

My soul cries out, «How can it be?»

Will it ever be okay?

I’ve lost what cannot be repaid

Forgiveness seems like just a word

You say to push the pain away

Until you see Him on that cross

Naked and bleeding and bruised

Bearing the blows for the sins

Crying, «Abba, Father, forgive them»

Oh, I will bear those blows

Oh, punish Me for them

Oh, I will take the pain

Oh, punish Me for them

Until you see Him on that cross

Naked and bleeding and bruised

Bearing the blows for the sins

Crying, «Abba, Father, forgive them»

Crying, «Abba, Father, forgive them»