He lashed his anger upon me Bruised my flesh with every hatful word My love for him still stayed strong My back endured all the pain and It stood stronger as he became frail He could not raise his fist nor speak I did not act on retribution Tho it was my turn to raise my hand And my voice What I did was bath him so he can clean his soul feed him sweet warm food to help him speak Gentle words What came to his tongue words I never heard “Forgive me” for I did, the moment after I baptized you