human
Forgive until seventy times seven. I remember that when He, Himself, was reviled, reviled not in turn. I remember that when His merciless enemies had nailed Him to the cross, had apparently crushed His fondest ambition, had scorned and reviled the Kingdom of which He had spoken, and had tortured Him as He hung on the cross, He uttered the immortal, lovable, constructive words which have rung throughout the centuries, and will continue to bless all mankind throughout eternity:
gpt
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.
human
gpt
Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.