When people throw daggers at me,
Intentionally or unintentionally,
Metaphoric daggers of words or actions, mind you!
All I want is to pluck the bloody dagger outta my punctured heart and throw it back at them.
Seems like a sane battle strategy, doesn’t it?!
But is it though?! –
My anger gets total control,
My actions become awful,
Regrets get added up.
I know throwing daggers is pretty cool,
And I know that’s the way of the world.
But there was one,
Who was speared,
And bore it silently.
For He knew nothing good came out of throwing daggers.
And when nothing good comes out of it,
Something evil definitely does.
The next time a dagger is thrown at me,
Father help me come to you for healing,
And not to resort to revenge.
For Love covers all wrongs,
Love keeps no track of wrong doing.
Love gives an another chance.
Always.
One of the soldiers, however, pierced his side with a spear, and immediately blood and water flowed out.
John 19:34 NLT
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged.
1 Corinthians 13:4-5 NLT