Beloved sons and daughters
You are like precious gems hewn from the rock. I moved heaven and earth to find you!
Yet you are still rough and without form.
Come to me and will examine you. I will test you. Yet you will not be harmed for the parts I will grind away were never meant to be part of the you.
You walked among thorns and weeds and they stuck to you
You have carried them for so long you have become accustomed to them.
They have made your walk and gait strange.
Let me pull them off for you. You will not be harmed for my hand is gentle
Come to me my child let me untangle you.
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