Poetry

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Apologizes they say, so many they want.
But how do I know what to say when it is not my fault.
I look to the heavens and a tear i do shed, God knows every morning I wake a new day I dread.
I keep looking above, my burden to him I do give. They dont understand only lies they do live.
The stories I remember of how Jesus was done, of how he turned his cheek, I know now how those lies must stung.
He kept coming back, he tried ever so hard. He forgave all the evil of people his reputation too they tried to mahr.
They cast the stones, his body beaten and bruised, inside I to feel as if I had received this abuse.
How can I be like him? How can I turn the other cheek? When it is so hard to hear all the lies they do speak.
The pain it has caused, the hours so long spent. What would Jesus do? In my heart I know he would say repent.
To forgive those around me , the ones so close to my heart. To forgive them as he would , this surely is a start.
His words come to me, they say you are the one to change. You cant make them be the way you think, Your life is the one to be arranged.
To put your house in order, To rid it of trash and dirt, and clean the heart of your self, the one that pain and the lies have hurt.
He speaks and says just do the right thing, when it comes down to it just turn your cheek and let it sting.....

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