If God were King – in everything
We would have let it go
But sundown came, and wrath remained
We chose to let it grow
A wrong we saw, a wound we wore
We could not let it go
Our anger smoked, the flame we stoked
We would not bear the blow
So off we went, not heaven-sent
No thought to let it go
To fight the fight, with all our might
To rectify our woe
But we found out, what evils sprout
When we won’t let it go
And let the Lord pick up His sword
And let His mercy show
From Him we learn, how not to burn
And how to let it go
But rage did rule, our wrath was cruel
His hand we failed to know
The years have past, and come at last
We reap just what we sow
Mercy’s reward is only toward
The heart which let it go