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Pardon

Eyed in midnight's milieu mistakes can be illusion, see like branches of a tree lop-sided and set free to play. Settling sides works this way - all angles on display to those who wrongly presuppose. In morning's light, two foes can find mercy and truth aligned. Forgiveness of a kind breaks through. We all know this won't work for some who want to shirk the blame, for those who play the game - bringing others to shame with lies. It's cruelty's disguise. And so forgiveness dies? Oh no! This is where hope must grow. What the midnight would know as pain - Love’s Dayspring holds as gain. How does our Lord arraign his church? *written 06-10-14 as a Vietnamese form - luc bat One never want to wait until the Midnight hour to make his choices regarding forgiveness.

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