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  • Until I have plowed the strange ground, I will not know patience.
    Until I have dug the hole and broken the dirt between my hands, I will not know discipline.
    Until I have pulled the root of the bitter weed, I will not know faithfulness.
    Until I allow the breeze to dry the sweat from my forehead, I will not know mercy.
    Until I have inhaled the fragrant scent of "Sweet William", I will not know joy.
    Until I have murdered the worm, I will not know self-control.
    Until I have have danced with the white moth, I will not know kindness.
    Until I have seen the new rain drip-drop from the petals of the Hibiscus, I will not know gentleness.
    Until I have sown the seed, but not reaped the harvest, I will not know forgiveness.
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