Ah, these times are so uncertain.
There's a yearning undefined,
And people filled with rage.
We all need a little tenderness;
How can love survive
In such a graceless age?
The more I know, the less I understand.
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again.
I've been trying to get down
To the heart of the matter,
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter;
But I think it's about forgiveness,
Even if you don't love me anymore.
The Heart of the Matter
That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken,
As I by yours, you've passed a hell of time;
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
O! that our night of woe might have remembered
My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me, then tendered
The humble salve, which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
I do not want you to be ignorant of this mystery, brothers, so that you may not be conceited: Israel has experienced a hardening in part until the full number of the Gentiles has come in. And so all Israel will be saved, as it is written:
"The deliverer will come from Zion; he will turn godlessness away from Jacob.
And this is [will be] my covenant with them when I take away their sins." 
As far as the gospel is concerned, they are enemies on your account; but as far as election is concerned, they are loved on account of the patriarchs, for God's gifts and his call are irrevocable. Just as you who were at one time disobedient to God have now received mercy as a result of their disobedience, so they too have now become disobedient in order that they too may [now] receive mercy as a result of God's mercy to you. For God has bound all men over to disobedience so that he may have mercy on them all.
"You have heard that it was said, 'Love your neighbor  and hate your enemy.' 
But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that?
Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.