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May 13
My own wrongs may far outweigh
The times I have been wronged
My own wounds cannot compare
To those I made You bear

How am I so quick to see
The speck inside their eyes
While I am blinded by the mount
Of logs deep inside mine

β€œSeventy times seven”
I hear my You gently say
The grace You freely give me
Is grace to give away
Nyaituga
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Nyaituga  F/Australia
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