Do I have permission, I need to move on
Can I stop and smell a rose or hold a child in my arms
To laugh out loud putting an end to strife
Do I have permission to go on with my life?
I've done nothing wrong but still I feel guilt
Now I can't see over the walls that I've built
I need to stand in the sun, it's warmth on my face
Do I have permission to accept God's healing grace?
I've asked before but I'm not yet free
I take a step and know it's not easy
I may be forgiven but that's not what I need
Do I have permission to let the pain recede?
Myself judge and jury, I passed judgment
And I've dealt myself the punishment
Now I must ask myself for a reprieve
Do I have permission to no longer grieve?