Bad Memories
By Rhiannonw
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Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays:
Bad memories can’t be erased,
but Christ can quell all hate;
can help us pity – make us see
our own imperfect state.
Love does not keep a list or record,
it does not harbour resentment, grudges,
and love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices with the truth.
Love knows that God can change men’s souls:
does not assume they’ll still
repeat their hurtful, thoughtless ways,
and always treat us ill.
Love is not quick to judge, condemn;
to gossip gives no ear;
not eager to find fault; does not
of sins delight to hear.
Love wants to help a sinner rise;
– not glad to see his shame;
prefers to find things to commend
than speak of guilt and blame.
Love praises God for other saints* –
God’s mighty work within.
It notices his work of grace,
more than remaining sin.
I need God mastering memory’s thoughts;
let Jesus have his way.
I must remember Christ himself,
and what he did, each day.
* 'saints' is simply a Bible word for those believing in Jesus, and so belonging to God.
Tune: Wondrous Grace by J McGranahan (tune of ‘I know not why God’s wondrous grace’).
[Love … keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. (1 Cor.13:5,6)]
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Lovely poem. Aren't we
Lovely poem. Aren't we blessed that God is Love and therefore views us the way he does.
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That's what I keep telling
That's what I keep telling myself every day. To be forgiving of others. Otherwise we can hardly expect to be forgive ourselves.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
I often think of my father-in-law telling me that his idea of what happens when we die, is that we are made to wait before we get to heaven until we have properly forgiven all those who have harmed us in any way, and also anyone we have harmed has forgiven us. I'm not sure that is very fair - but it makes an interesting theory.
Jean
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Rhiannon - I completely
Rhiannon - I completely missed this, and I normally look forward to your regular postings in the same vein. The important thing is that I have found it now.
Actually, it reminded me of when I was a child, and I did something naughty one day, can't really remember what it was. Nothing major...just a childhood prank on a friend. As I recall, I met this friend's mother in town when I was on my way to school the next morning, and she stopped me in the street, and I thought I was really for the high jump. Instead, she bent down and kissed me on the top of the head, and told me to run along to school, as I'd probably been punished enough by my own conscience. She was dead right, and that kiss taught me much more than any rap on the knuckles could have done.
Thanks again for posting this series, Rhiannon. You put such hard work into it, and from my perspective, it really pays off.
Tina
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