By Michael T. Toran Sr.

The Scroll

The pain of outside influences
making the petals of the roses on the rose bush fall………
Under divine oversight, I have allowed bitterness
to enter in and affect my brittle bones
The poison of not forgiving those who caused damage to a heart enclosed in glass..
My means to understand forgiveness is tainted by a generational curse rooted in blindness….
Confused my upward mobility is on a downward spiral on the acre of prosperity…No longer is my name on the deed!
Separation is painful and I’m Ill sitting still
waiting on the voice of the Lord..
No answer….No answer….Why no answer
Determined I go to the scroll the Word of life…………………
Scales off my eyes the cobwebs of selfishness removed……
The means of forgiveness for necessity sake is not by external means first but internal…
I reach to the plumbline of my Creator(What a Mighty God)
and forgive myself now the rose is in bloom…………
and others who crossed me I release from bondage..
Slavery still exist to those who will not forgive more fatal though is the death sentence of unforgiveness…
My earnest plea seventy times seven…..seventy times seven
The heritage of forgiveness, the mantle:
“God will not forgive if you choose not to”
Look in the glass mirror what do you see?

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