A tree trunk with a heart shaped hole where a branch used to be.- photo by Susan PageFather, forgive,” I know not why
or how these words could be Your cry
Forgiveness was your heartfelt plea
as you hung suffering on that tree

Betrayed by those who were your friends
They fled, and hid, and in the end
You still forgave and gave your life
a willing gift, a sacrifice

Father, forgive,” this was Your prayer
for those who beat and stripped you bare
Salvation came at such a cost
It was through death You saved the lost

Your wounds were raw, Your pain so great
Yet, You showed love, instead of hate
You offered grace so we might know
this kind of love we too can show

"Father, forgive," when we hold tight
and choose the wrong, instead of right
Forgiveness in those final hours
Lord, fill us with forgiving power

Susan PageSusan Page is the daughter of the King, His beloved child, wonderfully forgiven and blessed! Susan longs to age gracefully, becoming more like Jesus as she seeks the hidden treasures revealed to her through Scripture, literature, the arts, humankind, and nature.