Texty: Alison Jiear. Forgiveness' Embrace.

I have served a full life sentence as a prisoner of my past,
As a victim of a victim of a victim.
Seems my parents' parents' parents left traps that held me fast,
and they still catch me even when I think I've licked 'em.

Well, I have blamed them,
I have fought them,
but I never understood.
All they really did was did the best they could.

Is there a way to rise above,
If I look at them with love,
Though I look at them full honest in the face?
Can I make my peace at last
With the pieces of my past
And enfold them in forgiveness's embrace?
And enfold them in forgiveness's embrace.

I forgive my poor flawed parents for the things they could not be.
I forgive my valiant lovers for not completing me.
And the hardest thing of all now,
I forgive myself the sin of not being all I planned
And all I thought I should have been.

But there's an alchemy in time,
transforms each grief and loss and scar
Into the precious stuff of who we are.

And there's a way to rise above,
If I look at them with love.
Though I don't deny that harm has taken place.
I can make my peace at last,
With the pieces of my past
And enfold them in forgiveness's embrace

Some call it wisdom, and some just call it grace.
When we make our peace at last
With the pieces of the past
And enfold them in forgiveness's embrace,
And enfold them.
I will enfold them.
Now I enfold them in forgiveness's embrace.