And I'm laughing. Because I know something I didn't know when I was not-so-very-much-younger.
Grace. Forgiveness. The pursuing Love of God. Everyday I discover that I am no better than I was the day before,
and I feel guilt. And I go to God, and ask for forgiveness.
I am forgiven.
It is forgotten.
It is forgotten.
It is forgotten.
I've tried, I'll bet everyone has, to forget something on purpose, and it simply cannot be done by mortal man.
But every day the sinner pleads with God for forgiveness, for release from guilt, and it is given. When the
sorrowful sinner asks the second time, the answer comes back... what sin? Your slate is clean, my love.
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