How can I hate, Lord, when You love?How can I hate when You are full of mercy?
I am made in Your image.
How can I hate when I, too, am bruised and broken?How can I hate when I, too, have bruised and broken?
I am no different.
How can I help but love, and love deeply and compassionately?How can I not see You in them? How can I not see them in me?
Perhaps when we are blind, we see.
I focused on my pain and I forgot who You were. I focused on me and disregarded You.
Slowly, I turned.
Away from me, back to You. And my eyes were open, my heart was freed.
Perhaps when we are blind, we see.