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𝗦𝗧. 𝗖𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗨𝗦

𝗔 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴
𝗢𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴
𝗪𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁.

𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀
𝗧𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲.

𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱;
𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁
𝗔𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘂𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆’𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗻.

𝗘𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄,
𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.
𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄;
𝗧𝗼 𝘂𝘀 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀, “𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲!”

𝗖𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲,
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱:
𝗦𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱.

𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀
𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗶𝘀—
𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗻, 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗺 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗛𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲
𝗜𝗻 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗼𝗻,
𝗪𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 “𝗬𝗲𝘀” 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗻.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗛𝗶𝗺—
𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝗪𝗵𝗼’𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺
𝗔𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁;
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀.

𝗢 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱, 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿,
𝗔 𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
𝗔𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿.

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝗻;
𝗧𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝘂𝘀𝘁, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.

𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗯
𝗧𝗼 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺.

𝗠𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲
𝗔𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗱
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱
𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁’𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄
𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲;
𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝗯𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱
𝗧𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲.

𝗢𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝘆
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗲;
𝗪𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺’𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲.

𝗪𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀’ 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻.
𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵’𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀;
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.

𝗪𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲
𝗔 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝘄;
𝗪𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲:
𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘄.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗪𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿
𝗔𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸
𝗧𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵’𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿.
𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝗱’𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗸
𝗕𝘆 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱
𝗧𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗕𝗲𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸.

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗺 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱
𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲,
𝗔 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗹𝗱,
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗯 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹
𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱.

𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗯,
𝗔 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗮𝘁,
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗱’𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗯
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁–
𝗔 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺
𝗢𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁.

𝗔𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀, 𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁
𝗧𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗡𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗵,
𝗔𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻, 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁
𝗕𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵.

𝗔𝘁 𝗣𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲,
𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱.
𝗜𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀, 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗱𝗲
𝗔𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱.

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻’𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,
𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲—𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗛𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲
𝗧𝗼 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆’𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

𝗕𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱
𝗜𝗻 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵’𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗽.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸
𝗦𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲,
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀’ 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸,
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲.

𝗪𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲
𝗔𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘂𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘂𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘄
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻, 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘀 𝗮𝗶𝗿,
𝗔𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝘄
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀’ 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝗸.

𝗠𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗻𝘁
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹,
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿—𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁—
𝗔𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗘𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗹.

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗻𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀,
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱;
𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻.

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲
𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗻𝘁, 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆’𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗯,
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗔𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵’𝘀 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗯.

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗟𝗮𝗺𝗯,
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗦𝗵𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 “𝗜 𝗔𝗺.”

Please, Jesus, let us have Your human will
Surrendered to Your Father by His son
That You may say to our hearts, “Peace, be still!”
As in us You have Satan’s cord undone.

For our wills have to Devil’s will been bound
And can be freed by You were never chained,
Who seeks the lost who now by You are found–
Unites our will to Father’s once again. 

Then we can know the freedom Eden gave
Restored by You with perfect human will
And with Your Mother’s nature You have saved
As she with You the hearts of all now fills. 

Forever may our wills with Yours unite
As You away cast darkness with Your light.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻
𝗔𝘀 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗲
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻
𝗧𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗲 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲.

𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝘄𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗲
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲.

𝗬𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲,
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵’𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲
𝗧𝗼 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝘃𝗲.

𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀,
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁.