Forgiveness

Often toward my kids when I get angry and shout,
I see them despond which conveys I’m not living my faith out.
I take some moments to consider my sin
After which I take their shoulders and draw them in.
“Forgive me,” I say. “I was wrong.”
It’s then the Lord shows me as long
As I ask forgiveness He will forgive.
When I see this grace, I no longer live
But the Master inside
Who said forgive 70, seven times.

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