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Forgive Us Lord, We Never Learn !

The old man sat there waiting, he knew this day would come. Accused for crimes he hadn’t done, because simply he’d been a bum. The life he had led while on the streets, he lived as best he could. He had heard the shots he’d seen him fall, he only wanted to help as any decent man would. Laying there beside the dying man, lay the shooters gun. He picked it up not even knowing what he had just now done. He had sealed his fate for helping someone, how ironic don’t you see. He was tried in an honest court, by honest men, but still he was found guilty. The judge came back and sentenced him, and with his closing words he said, may the Lord have mercy on your soul. And with the sentence handed him, death would be the final goal. Stunned, shocked, and angry too, he said Lord what did I do? A feeling of calm came over him, as a voice inside his head, said I know I’ve been there too. Forgive them the voice it said, forgive them for they still know not what they do. As they strapped him down and started the drugs, he whispered Lord I do, I forgive them too. Well, what have we learned since our Saviors death? And, the forgiveness in His heart, as he breathed His final breath. Kind of like the same old song with different words and rhymes. The only thing that has seemed to have changed is the settings and the times. Sometimes let your heart be the judge and not your foolish eyes. Sometimes if you close your eyes and listen with your heart you can distinguish the truth from the lies. Let the Lord lead your thoughts with an open mind. Your true purpose in life if you trust in Him, He will help you find.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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