So here we are, you and me. You the forgiven and me the forgivee.
Seventy times seven is what I’ve heard; one hundred times one hundred, even more absurd.
Round and round we go, carelessly gnawing, clamoring to and fro.
The last straw has been drawn, that’s it. Forgive no more, not one teeny bit.
A light shines from above down, within. My heart reminded to begin again.
So here we are again you and me. You the forgiven, me the forgivee.
One hundred and one times one hundred is now what they say…as I once again try to see things His way.