A Hymn to Grace

As I sit with blood still dropping
Onto earth already sated
Only one last hope of stopping
Vicious vengeance cycle started

My blood, my heart are crying out
For sweet revenge that turns to bile
Once tasted; yet a whispered shout
From bloodied soil warns of a trial:

Remember what you had deserved
Remember the price paid, not by you
Remember how the King has served
You- shed His blood and made you new

He took the burden of a life
I owed and paid it with His own
I am not mine, and in this strife
I can but bow before His throne

I must forgive as He forgave
I must bleed as He bled
In His forgiveness I will bathe
In His grace I will bless.