Forgiveness, a symphony of music freeing the soul, A gift, surpassing all others because it comes from an enemy, yet is heart felt. When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given, the heart cries, singing a song of anger, rage, and hatred.
Forgiveness, a light, guiding on a righteous path, leading only to God. A healing that cleanses, washes, so contamination is no longer a threat. When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given, the light slowly dies along with the soul.
Forgiveness, a freedom, like the eagle taking flight above the clouds, carried on the whip of the wind. A rush of adrenaline, knowing you have the potential to do all that is right and good. When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given, the wings break, plummeting you to earth, never to fly again.
Forgiveness, a dove, that lay in the heart and soul, to rest, bringing happiness within. A sense of peace, giving the knowledge that we will be able to grow as sweetly scented flowers in the righteousness of God’s heavenly garden. When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given, we flowers die, becoming thorns among men.
Now, I release unto you the greatest gift, that of forgiveness, sitting on the wings of a dove as it grants you peace, flies you toward your freedom down the path of light to your Savior’s loving arms.
God’s beauty, a wonder, a secret never told, vast majestic mountains in its palace of white gold.
Oh you people in the valley of the village down below, roam in silence always seeking for the secret never told.
The mist that lightly lingers, gently staggers wide white fingers, through a dark collage of mountains laying to rest upon the snow to find the secret never told.
God didn’t give us good memories so we could look back and regret that we can’t go back and relive them. He gave us good memories as a gift so we can look back repeatedly and smile and be glad we had them.