Beginnings Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

I was sitting on a swivel rocker
On my front porch at three a.m.
Bathed in the full moons light beams
Pondering just who the heck I am.

I have been hurt by many people
Who I always thought were my friends,
That my pain was deep and suffering
But my tears seemed to never end.

Then pain would turn to anger.
And anger wished for sweet revenge.
But that makes a loving person,
Lose a testimony of love right then.

Someone once came and told me,
'I don't want your Gospel anymore.
For I see by your bitter spirit
It wasn't even real for sure.'

I had to let go of anger,
I don't want to lead a soul to hell.
If love is to win this battle,
It will have to break the devil's spell.

I needed a ton of forgiveness
To overcome the hate in me.
For wrongs measured out in teaspoons,
And others hurts I failed to see.

The forgiveness I needed mostly,
Was demonstrated on a tree,
Pointing the way to Heaven.
May this be all others see in me!