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Matthew 18:21 “Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times?
22 Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven.”


Matthew 18:30 “And he would not: but went and cast him into prison, till he should pay the debt.
31 So when his fellowservants saw what was done, they were very sorry, and came and told unto their lord all that was done.
32 Then his lord, after that he had called him, said unto him, O thou wicked servant, I forgave thee all that debt, because thou desiredst me:
33 Shouldest not thou also have had compassion on thy fellowservant, even as I had pity on thee?
34 And his lord was wroth, and delivered him to the tormentors, till he should pay all that was due unto him.
35 So likewise shall my heavenly Father do also unto you, if ye from your HEARTS forgive not every one his brother their trespasses.”


One that’s been pushed to the limit;
Your intentions trampled under foot,
Down on the bottom…you only want to quit?

You’d like it all to end,
Still…the pain goes on and on;
Betrayed…stabbed in the back,
Tormentors, go away…Oh, just be gone!

Misunderstood…and totally,
The vehement words spilled out;
Not just to you…but all around,
Causing a lot of distrust and doubt.

Your mind races on and on,
Recalling each hurtful word;
The state of shock has worn off,
But, these words can still be heard.

Well, I’ve been there,
And…I’ve done that;
Perhaps it’s happened to you,
It feels like…upon you…they have spat.

No place to turn,
The heavens are as brass;
Even God seems to have turned away,
If only this dark cloud would pass.

You pray…you beg…you plea,
But, actually know what you must do;
Forgiveness is the way to go,
How can you forgive…and to yourself be true?

You pray the right prayers,
You say all the right words…too;
Still…nothing seems to change,
There must be more…you need to do.

And then…that still, small voice, (1 Kings 19:12)
Comes through…so very clear;
I was so busy with my own pain,
His voice, I simply did not hear.

“My peace cannot dwell,
A ‘heart’ matter…truly it is,
That’s where forgiveness must start.

The forgiveness had been in my head,
But, from my ‘heart’ it must come;
Not birthed from my head-knowledge,
If I want the very best outcome.

I must admit…it’s not in me,
No matter how hard I try;
To will is there…but not to do,
Oh…wretched person…am I!

This is not your average hurt,
The roots go down very deep;
It is something that only God,
Can change…His promises keep.

So, I call upon His mercy,
His love and His grace;
In myself…I cannot do it,
I am humbled…flat on my face.

“My peace cannot dwell,
His Words ring out…so very clear,
From the ‘heart’ it all must start.

“Create in me a clean heart”, (Psalm 51:10)
This is my prayer…my plea;
“Oh, Father, a heart of flesh,
Touched by the needs of others…please.”

Then, Father comes with His healing balm,
And, all the hurt begins to go;
So soothing…so refreshing…so restoring,
His Love…within…begins to grow.

I see forgiveness no longer routine,
Something I know…with my head;
Forgiveness comes from the ‘heart’,
Such a precious lesson to learn…not dread.

Although it’s very painful,
When we try to do it on our own;
It becomes a thing of great beauty,
When we realize…we can’t do it alone.

“My peace cannot dwell,
Truer Words were never spoken,
The ‘heart’ is where to start!


February 21, 2003

Aimee Love

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