Erring-Divine Being

To forgive seems hard to man For the hurting sake seems so electrifying To those that live in the town Correction will make them align The bastard amidst thy clan May tease your patience of what love assigns And sometimes gets you frown The one once thought the best you can consign Hearty bluntness and poignant sadness span In rage with the beautiful orientation of thine Staging a probation of dilemma arid plan Forever together for peace to dine By heart, you are made whole With grace, you free the bound Of blessings, you cure your soul That your heart wears not beyond