Lashon Hara
Forgive me oh my God for I have sinned
And only I know how I have and why
So many feathers blowing in the wind
And whirling round an unforgiving sky
They call it Lashon Hara, though I'm not
A Jew I heard the story once of how
Ill spoken words can never be forgot
As feathers flown too far to gather now
I mocked him - oh my God I do confess
As if it matters who is on the cross
A broken body there is there to bless
And not to curse whoever's is the loss
I'm sorry oh my God I'm sorry true
Forgive us for the things we know we do
© Gail Foster 14th September 2021
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