Our past abounds with conflicts and contempt,
and recent days present no softer grudge.
Against all peaceful words you harshly judge,
and from your kindness handle me exempt.
But of a better day I oft have dreamt,
in which to peace no longer did I trudge,
for sharing peace did you no more begrudge,
and we were free of all our past contempt.
Can ever such a heart in you be found?
Or is your picky kindness just pretense?
I saw the former kind in you before.
My heart with please for peace does still abound,
I do no thing to stir up your defense,
for you from then till now I still adore.
"For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of love, and of power, and of a sound mind." - 2 Timothy 1:7