"UNTIL SEVENTY TIMES SEVEN"

From out the vastness of God's loveComes nought but love,And Love is all.Why struggle, then, with heavy heart,To forgive a wrong that has no partIn Love?

All wrong is but a dream of sense,And of a dream we would not say,"How often should we forgive?"But rather would we turn awayAnd know that sin—unreal—Has never touched the child of God,The Christ-ideal.

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CONQUERING THROUGH CHRIST
January 15, 1949
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