Daydream of judgment

Come, ye blessed of my father:

For I was irritating, and you gave me good cheer;

Obnoxious and ill mannered, and you bore me no contempt in your heart;

Vexatious, and you dealt no wounds that could not do me well;

I spoke in naive folly, and you spoke with me.

In all these things you were perfect as our father is perfect.

 

 

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