I have forgiven the "seventy times seven"
Another's sin against me, yet
So traitorous the blow to trusting love,
I still, dear Lord, cannot forget.
I hear the voice of Truth repeat:
"Forgiveness, then, is not complete."
Oh, show me, then, how to forget, dear Lord,
How blot out memory within,
So I can trustful be again, nor fear
A repetition of the sin.
"Then cease on mortal man to gaze;
God's perfect child behold always."
Forgiving and forgetting, then, my part;
But what of him—the other one—
Who still pursues his unrepentant way,
Repeats the wrong that he has done?
Truth answers, "'What is that to thee?'
Lo, this thy part—to follow Me."
