Forgiveness
Hung like a chandelier that needs cleaning,
we rely on it in times of darkness or to give meaning,
shall we dust it off to use in our own life,
but against our enemies still charge with a knife,
learn to forgive all is what Jesus said,
if not the turmoil in life will live in your head,
my chandelier in life is covered in dust,
a foxtail I reach upon a wobbly ladder called trust,
as dust falls my darkness turns brighter,
light hits trust to make it's stance much tighter,
no more darkness, no more loose ladder,
my life is as full as a drunkards bladder.
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