When taut thoughtsRipe with revengeWould tempt me,Arguing arrogance,Pressing, probing,Spreading insinuationIn 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 joyHave been forgiven.So, like the MasterI can say,Till seventy times seven,I forgive.

May 16, 1988

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