Written during a convicting sermon.

Unlimited Forgiveness
Virginia Salter

Forgive seventy times seven,
but then who’s counting?
The sins of my neighbor...
they just keep mounting.

This sin, of my brother,
is greater than my love;
I can’t open my heart,
just give him a shove

This sin, of my sister,
wounds heart and soul.
It hampers my will,
messes with my goal

To be forgiving,
to be kind.
In the Lord
to be one mind.

For my weakness, Lord,
please forgive.
Help me go forward
and in Your will live.

So goes the prayer
of a “would-be prodigal”
judgmental of others
yet pleads God’s merciful.

© July 23, 2000