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)]