Forgiveness is tough,
whilst cursing atop Anger's Peak,
Life seems irrational,
My head spins and tumbles into the fire,
Forgiveness is,
a choice of letting go,
still have the memories,
but them on a leash, muzzles over their mouths,
Inferiority is in the eyes of the beholder,
'Cos we are perfect in Him,
That I know,
Patience my forte? I doubt now,
Jealousy clouds my eyes,
Neglected the blossom of my keep,
Forgive me, Gardener,
Forgive me, Blossom,
I wearily take up the can,
and sit at the Gazebo,
Watering the plot where Blossom sits,
Gently stroking the petals,
Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Gentleness, Faithfulness, and Self Control,
Has Spirit left me?
Come back Spirit,
Tug me back to your Stronghold.
Rebuild my fortress,
Be my fortress,
Control incomings and outgoings,
Protecting Blossom too.
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