Forgiving the Unforgivable

Forgiving The Unforgivable. I held my peace and sung a song, that echoed through the righteous hall, my right, my truth, all put to wrong! As judgment fine had met the pall. How can there be a better way, to tell the world of foul play, than those, your words, that captivate, and that, my looks, you separate; your lies, your tricks, my punishment! In years to come a sure lament; but life shall only last its days, until the sun these men does gaze; then deeds shall bind our spirits such, would implore it the heaven's touch, so again shall meet face to face, when shattered is the time and space, there I shall pardon and forgive, as not in this dimension live, and from this burden be relieved, that had a trusting friend deceived, and yes, I have just this to say, that friends and foes alike decay, but on that day, you I shall see, as an error of mortality. I hold my peace and sing this song, That echoes through the righteous hall, My right, my truth, all put to wrong! as judgment fine has met the pall. R.N.Khan, © 2012