I asked for peace, but would not mend
the hurt I hurried to defend.
I blamed the voice that named my wrong
and drowned the bell with louder song.
But mercy whispered, “Stay and hear.
There is a wound beneath your fear.”
Lord, let my sorrow move my feet
toward those my pride refused to meet.
Let “I am sorry” find its worth
in what I now repair on earth.
Do not silence the bell. Answer it.
Let grace turn the heart—and walk with it.
“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”
— Psalm 50:12 (51:10)
“Therefore bear fruits worthy of repentance.”
— Matthew 3:8
“Let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth.”
— 1 John 3:18
