The Grace of Forgiveness

In the heart of a believer, where faith's light does shine,

There lies a treasure, rare and divine.

Not in temples, nor in the hymns sung clear,

But in the gentle act of forgiveness, sincere.

For the best deed, in the conduct so pure,

Is to let go of grudges, and let love endure.

In the stillness of night, or the rush of the day,

Forgiveness blooms, in its humble way.

A soul may falter, a heart may stray,

But forgiveness whispers, "It's okay."

To forgive is to mend, both the hurt and the pain,

In its grace, the softest peace we gain.

In the embrace of forgiveness, hatred does melt,

A warmth so profound, it’s deeply felt.

A believer's strength is not in might,

But in the mercy, that turns wrongs to right.

Oh, how noble, how divine,

To forgive is a sacred sign.

In the eyes of the Divine, it's a deed so grand,

To offer your heart, and extend your hand.

So let forgiveness be your guiding star,

In its light, you’ll travel far.

For the best deed, in a believer’s view,

Is to forgive, and begin anew.