The Broken Heart of a Traitor

Will the waves of time wash away the pain in my heart?

Can I bury the knife that has pierced my soul

Or will I continue to turn it to remind me of my own blindness?

Because I find no touch of grace to surprise my eyes

Or rest my spirit

And I have come to realize my good moments were forged in self-deception

And the question that plagues my mind

Is grace enough?

To build a bridge once burned

To fill that which is hollow with the substance of virtue

Though the wings of a dove have wiped the tears from my eyes

This tongue has fanned the flames of unforgiveness

But love suffers long and rejoices in truth

And this imperfect creation is shortcoming

But striving none the less for that which is eternal

Is grace enough to build a bridge once burned...