The Son

Mea Culpa my friend, it is my fault and I have to own up to it. I gave you the skies, blue but with clouds and sometimes dark with gloom. I gave you the land and deserts where only a cactus flower will bloom. I gave you the breeze that flows through your hair, I gave you animals to rejoice at, but beware for many will kill you for food, Not all of my subjects are gentle, many will kill you if they could. But the best gift I gave you was my son, who absolved you of sin, He died on the cross and inside of you he is maintained and will live.

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