A Stone’s Throw
A man was judged, the verdict read, a family’s heads held low
The promise of a youthful son was dealt a deadly blow
The family wronged, blood in their eyes, with justice as the weight
A planted seed of bitterness, consuming them with hate
Two families at the crossroads, each carry their own chains
It’s a struggle for survival as they walk within the flames
But One is standing with them, inside that hellish place
No judgment in His footsteps, His arms opened for embrace
He’s there to take the chains off, to remove their hate and grief
To heal the broken hearted, and to bring them sweet relief
But they must in all humility, allow His healing touch
And realize they too offended and were forgiven much
Phillip Good (From the heart of an average MK)
Remnant's Edge 
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