Lord, I confess that you are good, and that to you all gentleness and love belong. And when there comes upon me the great pain of my heart and head, it is to you that I must look, and the look must be one of love, not reproach. If any should be reproachful it is you, who have stretched out your hands all the day and I would not. O Lord, my God, I stand upright when I should bow and kneel: how else can I learn but through the...
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