He always spoke well of his people, for how could he speak ill of those he loved and whose burden he bore? Those who stumbled out of the way like myself, for whom he prayed with love unfeigned and received as he desired. His keys he holds and has no other object, but has set his face like a flint to perform the good pleasure of his Lord. To reclaim that which is lost, to open the prison gate, to make known the covenants of the Lord, though he was despised of men and rejected by those he loved. I hope I can become, through the grace of God, a worthy beneficiary of his labor.

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