The storm

I walk along a beaten path,
somehow, the forest smells of wrath;
there, I come across a broken tree...
which points its branches towards me.
And all along I get to sadly see..
the destruction left by a deep fury.

There is anger even in the soil,
the river running, its waters boil..
and scorched and parched the winds become
while the living creatures are scared and numb.
Where will they run when fire surrounds?
and chased are they by anger's hounds!

Then I get pointed to a mystery,
There's only one magical key...
when love holds strong in its beauty,
the depth of forgiveness, is victory..
for fire can't quench old fire's thirst
some one has to begin.... forgiveness first.

The bruises may take time to heal,
But no more let the robber steal....
Each live's precious hopes and dignity
each deep trust and every liberty...
For when you turn forgiveness' key
It will unclasp and set you free!

Ephesians 1:7  In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace
Romans 5:8  But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.