Forgiver Poem by Stephen Beam
Forgiver
Broken molds, open sores, unsealed doors
These lead to this biblical preservation
The only way to kill this grudge with force
Is to become like Jesus, forever the forgiver
Not wanting failure, to forgive myself is my savior
Because love's beneficial to those whom hate it
Confront the conflict and dismiss the outcome with love
Lay out the fixed molds, closed sores and sealed doors
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