The Key Is Called Forgiving

Have you ever met Perfection? I think I missed him when he came. I chanced upon that vague Confusion He was with Doubt and sour Blame. They can be tolerated well, Less heavy than that cutting Anger- He was quite draining, I can tell With Bitterness as his brother. On my journey met the Hurts They grouped with pals Depression And constant Disappointments birth Darkness in one's heart condition. Still Perfection was in hiding My search was met with much Reflection I found the key is called Forgiving- And I opened the door, hello Perfection! Copyright~~~`Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~07.03.13 'Love you enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.' Matthew 5: 44-45 'Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.' Matthew 5: 48