Programming Error? Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

He tells us to love the ones who hate,
To bless the souls who seal our fate.
To feed the hand that strikes a blow,
And let the seeds of kindness grow.

'Turn the cheek, ' the Teacher said,
'And pray for those who wish you dead.'
Leave all the vengeance to the sky,
And let the anger pass us by.

If these words hold the truest key,
Then something's wrong with you and me.
We feel the fire, we hold the sting,
We lack the grace that love should bring.

It seems a code we cannot run,
A task that stays forever done.
Perhaps He built a flawed design,
Or left a gap in yours and mine.