Crossing the path of a wounded soul
Venomous deceitful words she did toll.
Unconscious thoughts duplication her hurt.
To others she was merciless and curt.
No offense did I take.
No retaliation to make
With loving care and calm
Applied from Gilead a healing balm.
No matter how wounded, injured, or scarred
God's balm cleanses; none to discard
Purifying the soul releasing all guilt
The soul demons determined to wilt.
The soul now renewed
With God's power endued
Helping others of an evil fate
Be blessed, whole, and not hate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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