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
Blinded by the mount of logs
Obscuring my own sight?
“Seventy times seven”
I hear my You gently say
The grace You freely give me
Is grace to give away
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 6:49 AM UTC
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
Blinded by the mount of logs
Obscuring my own sight?
“Seventy times seven”
I hear my You gently say
The grace You freely give me
Is grace to give away
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