
My son, When you were hungry I fed you.
When you were thirsty I quenched your thirst.
When you were crying I wiped your tears.
When you stumbled I held you.
When you were sick I healed you.
When you were lonely I was your companion.
When the world hated you, I loved you.
My son, I washed your feet,
yet you betrayed Me.
I love you My son.
John Mark
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