Forgiveness
Each day as he was walking
Each day as he was walking
Along the dusty road,
He was ever mindful;
He carried a heavy load.
The load was one he chose
To carry on his own;
Burdens he kept with him,
To no one were they shown.
Anger and resentment,
Embarrassment and pride;
They slowed his daily progress,
His comfort they denied.
Though he became more weary
With every passing day,
He did not put it down;
That was the weaker way.
His brother came along
And asked to take the load,
But he refused the help;
His heart had grown too cold.
So then as he trudged on
He met up with his fate.
The load became too heavy,
But now, it was too late.
While then it seemed much easier
To keep hard feelings in,
Refusing to forgive
Was yet the greater sin.