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Forgive Me, Father
A woman begging in the streets
of Mexico
I passed her by, without looking twice
My Lord, you taught me better I know
Why did I so coldly close my eyes
Lord, do you still heal the blind?
You say that what I do to others
I in turn do to you
Can you please forgive me, Father
For turning my back on you?
Published by Cader Publishing Ltd. © 1995. Cynthia D. Osbourne. All rights reserved.