A wretched past stands no chance against a contrite heart. Nor, would you bring our sincere efforts before your threshold and not let us cross over. At times we see a limen that is just an illusion and what we see beyond it is merely a trap. You have not let us cross over so far that we may not recover. We cry out to you and you hear our voice. In retrospect we see that place of re-entry, refreshment and grace that you have set for us and we give thanks to you O God, for the threshold of your consciousness is never out of our reach.
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