Poem May 16, 1988 Issue

Forgiveness

Stanley W. Hurst

When taut thoughts
Ripe with revenge
Would tempt me,
Arguing arrogance,
Pressing, probing,
Spreading insinuation
In my path,
Shall I assent, and say,
There's time to worship God another day?

This is God's day,
And I, through tears of joy
Have been forgiven.
So, like the Master
I can say,
Till seventy times seven,
I forgive.

And so I prove
There is no power
But God's all-conquering love.

Stanley W. Hurst

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