Radically Happy

[With help from ChatGPT]

You thoughtfully, with subtle grace,
Revealed the wound upon my face.
With open heart and steady hand,
You did what you had planned.

You warned me of the coming blow,
And yet, it struck me deep and slow.
You handled it with polished art,
But still, you broke my trusting heart.

You could have used your rightful sway,
To guide my steps a different way.
I’d rage, perhaps, but in the end,
Obey, as I would to a friend.

But no, you took another course,
And framed discord with such remorse.
A promise to a friend you broke,
With words that choked and actions spoke.

As long as you believe it’s true,
That what you did was right to do,
And that you had no choice but hearken,
To inner demons, cold and darken.

You are wounding me inside,
In ways I cannot run or hide.
I cannot keep my promises clear,
Or play my part without a fear.

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P.S.

And that, it seems, is where we find,
That Christ would have us, intertwined.
In brokenness and humble plea,
To seek His grace and mercy free.