Forgive, Let Live


Condemn no man for his mistakes...However grave they
be...Someday you may be asking for... A little leniency
...For who is he that does not sin...Along his earthly
way?...Sometimes he falls as frequently...As seven times
a day...You are no saintly character...Among your com-
mon brothers...If you incline to think that you...Are
better than the others...Without the helpful grace of God
...You could not draw a breath...With every passing
second, you...Are nearer unto death...What profit
can you gain from pride?...What fame is yours alone?...
Forgive your fellowman his sins...As you confess your own.


James J. Metcalfe


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