" Father , forgive them," was the Master's prayer When buffeted, misunderstood, reviled. His love could brook no recompense in kind, But rather was his thought so reconciled To good that he could rise above the lack Of love that sprang from groundless prejudice, And with compassion meet the base attack Of those too blind to see God's handiwork.
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