My and Peter’s question has always been the same.
How to forgive another whose hurt comes down like rain.
Pelting you over and over with harmful words.
Adrenaline a’pumpin as your insides get stirred.
And before you know it you’re on your own little tirade
Counteractive words, shameful words, make it look like a trade.
Back and forth, as you and another barter and bicker.
The hurt and pain piling up, becoming thicker.
You ask yourself, isn’t there an easier solution?
But it’s not easy to walk away from the pollution.
Seven times seventy is what Jesus said.
Four hundred and ninety times to forgive when you’ve seen red.
Seventy times seven to forgive another for what they do.
Four hundred and ninety times to ask them to forgive you too.