A Bitter Battle

She never said she was sorry

For what she put me through,

For when she trampled my feelings—

Perhaps she never knew.

I used to talk about her,

Often recalled it all—

Relived each slight, each insult—

Waited, watched for her fall.

But then I saw I was bitter

And mused, How could I be?

When I had sinned ten times as much,

Yet my God forgave me.

Then I came upon the secret,

The verses with the key.

They said to be kind, forgiving—

And then I would be free.

By now I hardly remember

Whatever she had done;

My heart is busy rejoicing—

A bitter battle won.