Thursday, February 25, 2010

Forgiveness, we dine.

We dine in fashion, however quaint and meekly we eat.
Forget never the hurt I harvest, only forgive.
There should be no synonyms for the name,
Only God, and maybe tears.
My dad's dad shoved knifes in my gut,
But i dined on flavours and metals. I dined meek and mild,
I dine in fashion with myself.

Forgiveness is as much God as God is.
Joy is as much Christ as God is.
Forgiveness precedes Joy, but are the same things.

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