I am a huge fan of Bob Hope.
I love to talk politics EVEN THOUGH those on the right and those on the left label whatever they don’t understand the other extreme.
I saw this on Google today and thought it was worth sharing.
Mat 5:7 God blesses those people who are merciful. They will be treated with mercy!
One of President Abraham Lincoln’s associates scolded him rather severely for being soft on his enemies. “Why do you insist on trying to make friends of them?” he chided. “You should be trying to destroy them.”
To which Lincoln replied gently, “Am I not destroying my enemies when I make them my friends?” In speaking of those who were his enemies during the Civil War, Lincoln is reported to have said, “Insane as it may seem, I hold malice toward none of them. I have neither the time nor the energy in this life to hold that kind of resentment.”
It’s Easter weekend and I’m once again reminded and challenged to TRY and live my life as an example of Christ among us. It isn’t easy, not for me and I imagine not for anyone, regardless of what they will tell you or even what you will tell yourself.
Few things can touch a persons heart, mind and spirit like a song. Over the last 10 years or so I have lost hope for the power of a song. That was until I heard the song “Forgiveness” by Peter Katz.
Listen to FORGIVENESS by Peter Katz by clicking HERE.
Watch the video for FORGIVENESS below
Here is the story behind the song
Here are the words to the song Forgiveness by Peter Katz
You ask me to explain it
Well there’s everything and nothing to say
Some things they happen
And once they do they never go away
They tell you that this life is eye for eye
Well man you know I think that’s all a lie
Oh I will not stoke the fire of this fight, when I know it isn’t right
So I guess I’m going to have to try forgiveness
‘Cause man you know that’s all that I’ve got left
My boy did not deserve this, but neither do the rest
I guess I’m going to have to try forgiveness
You can call me a coward
Call me whatever you chose
Once you could have hurt me
But now, I’ve nothing left to lose
Go on and spite me ’cause I will not curse his name
Tell me though I’m broken, I am to blame
Well go on, but I won’t participate, in spreading all this hate
So I guess I’m going to have to try forgiveness
‘Cause man you know that’s all that I’ve got left
My boy did not deserve this, but neither do the rest
I guess I’m going to have to try forgiveness
They shot at me for speaking out against this tired war
Said “How can you lose one life and not demand one more?”
Well what good will it do us in the end?
There’s nothing that should justify revenge
And I stand now here before you
Living out the hardest test
And still I swear the only answer is: ?forgiveness
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Oh you know we’ve got to try forgiveness
‘Cause man you know it’s all that we’ve got left
Our boys and girls are watching and they’ve put us to the test
Come let’s show them forgiveness
Forgiveness
Give me your thoughts on this song by Sinead O’Connor.
I wanna make
Something beautiful
For you and from you
To show you
To show you
I adore you
Oh you
And your journey
Toward me
Which I see
And I see
All you push through
Mad for you
And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah but you know the soul
And you know what makes it gold
You who give life through blood
Blood, blood, blood…
Oh I wanna make something
So lovely for you
‘Cause I promised that’s what i’d do for you
With the bible I stole
I know you forgave my soul
Because such was my need
On a chronic christmas eve
And I think we’re agreed that it
Should have been free
And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying “peace”
When there’s no peace
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying “peace”
When there’s no peace
Days without number
Days without number
Now can a bride forget her jewels
Or a maid her ornaments
Yet my people forgotten me
Days without number
Days without number
And in their want
Oh in there want
And in their want
Who’ll dress their wounds
Who’ll dress their wounds