O SON OF UTTERANCE! Thou art My stronghold; enter therein that thou mayest abide in safety. My love is in thee, know it, that thou mayest find Me near unto thee.
O SON OF BEING! With the hands of power I made thee and with the fingers of strength I created thee; and within thee have I placed the essence of My light.
We all have faults. You do, I do. But my God, we all have astonishing glories! Why do we insist on seeing the tiny gray specks of the faults against the massively shining Light?
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