For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you: Matthew 6:14
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There’s a fire deep inside,
That spreads,
That dwindles,
That spreads.
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No one else can see it,
No one else can feel it,
But it eats like a canker,
Into my peace.
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Someone set the fuel in place,
Another provided the spark,
But I set the flame,
I keep it alive.
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It isn’t a warming thing,
Based on love,
Although it replaced love,
A long time ago.
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It is a burning thing,
Based on hate,
I can’t let go of,
I won’t let go.
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And though I know,
Others can sense it,
Others shy from it,
I am the only one,
Who truly suffers.
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As much as I want,
To be free of this sin,
It beckons me back,
It calls me friend.
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It keeps me from growth,
It harnesses my joy,
It alters my path,
It chains me to me.
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Lord, help me forgive,
The pains of the past,
That I might have freedom,
To live.
Written 6/26/98
