I grasped the cup of bitterness
And proudly held it high.
I thought I'd teach a lesson
To the one who made me cry.
So disappointing was my plight,
So weak, my hurting soul;
But I held tight to bitterness
I would not let it go!
I'll hold on to this bitterness
And let it fill my mind.
My friend must know that I am hurt
So why should I be kind?
As long as I keep grasping
This bitter cup of gall,
My friend will feel so badly
And soon he'll trip and fall.
And then, in all my pittiness
I turned to God alone.
And, lo, I found that only "I"
E'er knew about my bitter stone.
My friend, he didn't feel the hurt
That left me in despair,
For he was going on in life
While I was left, just standing there.
God gently took my feeble hand
And whispered, "Just forgive...
Then pray for he who's wronged you
So you can truly live!"
I fell on knees before my God.
He washed away the bitter tears.
I felt His arms around me.
Quieting all my angry fears.
I bowed my head, and called on God
To give me sweet release.
Then handed Him my bitter cup
He handed me HIS perfect peace!