Chapter 11.5: Under Construction

Like everything else this Poem is: Under Construction

Forgiveness is in the air

Like pollen blowing everywhere

It swirls around and flutters down

Upon my aching head

My eyes tear up

and I sneeze

I’ll not reject it like a allergy

I will accept it as the remedy

It’s the stuff new life is made of

The handy-work of God above

Forgiveness come

Come heal my aching head

By Julia French


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