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Seventy Times Seven |
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linus New Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 2Leiden, NH, The Netherlands |
Seventy Times Seven How many times will I forgive your sins? Seventy times seven, Lucy, if you repent. Then, like with morn the end of Night begins, I shall restore your Day, as if it never went. A guest who reckons not to reckon with his host, Such is my faith; likely you will yank that ball, Yet really being hurt is fearing hurt the most: Only fallen will I be, if I no longer risk the fall. Seventy times seven, Lucy, you may break my heart. Because in chancing pain and joy, pole to pole, I must too allow the hurts that tear a man apart: Only feeling all is all that keeps me whole. Seventy times seven, not counting down: You're a good man, Charlie Brown. ------------------ --- "Life, Charlie Brown, is like a deck-chair... Some people place their chairs facing the rear of the ship, so they can see where they've been... Other people face their chairs forward... they want to see where they're going." -- Lucy Van Pelt |
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