There is hardly a past
sadder than the one where
you believe to be the culprit.
There is hardly a genuine forgiveness
where one becomes
judge and part of the culprit.
There is hardly any freedom
ni the one who’s lived mentally bound
from the hand of the culprit.
There is hardly found in the silence
a struggle that causes change.
The cry is hardly drowned
in the conscience of one who reproaches
himself to be guilty …
And yet,
everything ends where the cross begins,
because the true strength
lies in the forgiveness
of the One who redeems our sin…
