APPLES OF GOLD

Her head was bow'd low
a crystal tear fell . . .
I saw Your reflection, Lord
so wounded, as well ~

Ashamed for the pain
my careless words brought . . .
the self~righteous attitude
what heartache they wrought ~

Could she forgive me
would she turn away . . .
closing the door upon
our friendship this day ~

What healing word, Lord
what action now undo . . .
insensitiveness on my part
hurting both her and YOU ~

Please forgive me, I whisper'd
'twas such a disgrace . . .
I'm sorry, dear angelfriend,
teardrops glisten'd 'pon my face ~

Seventy ~ Times ~ Seven
our sweet Saviour's voice . . .
forgiveness came swiftly for
she made the choice ~

With arms opened wide
He welcomed us inside . . .
bathed in His presence
sweet mercies reside ~

Hard lessons learned Lord
cannot be bought nor sold . . .
A word fitly spoken is
as apples of gold !

Mary Carter Mizrany
January 28, 2003
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