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From the Bible
Thoughts from the Prodigal Son’s Father
Every day I sit on this hill and look and hope. I see the colours of the fields in front of me changing day by day, season by season. My son, I have always loved you so much. Why did you do this to me? I have always tried to teach you to be wise and good, to choose right from wrong. Do you not remember?