Forgive Them, LordA Poem by Diana
Forgive them, Lord.
For they know not what they do. They are flesh, yet entirely without spirit. Greed without heart, it becomes no man. You cannot treat another like a nobody without saying something of your body, without speaking from your spirit. Spirit of disease washing over you, taking away all goodness. Sprit of disease, washing over me. Over and away. Forgive them Lord, for they know not what they do.
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