[ His rugged features visibly softened to see his chiel in such despair, and he leaned forward to press his lips to the others ear like he had done many a night when he'd found the young Maxwell sobbing, speaking in as gentle a voice as possible.]
Let my prayers come before ye like incense tae be pondered by all who love thaem.
Ah trusted e'en when ah said "Ah am sorely afflicted" ahn when ah said en mae alarm:
"Nae man can be trusted."
O precious en th' eyes o' th' Lord es th' death o' his faithful. Yer servant, Lord, yer servant am ah; ye have loosened mae bonds.
Humbly, humbly thaen. En veneration.
[He then took in his arms his child and cherub, his melancholic ward whose fears and anguish poured forth like a fountain mopped up by the corner of each cassock sleeve. The flimsy cot creaked, but still he remained steadfast. Cradling that spindly form closer than he coveted life itself he would offer his comfort and compassion—be a Guide to the Light the way in the path of Darkness.]
Th' Lord Jesus, on th' night when he was betrayed, took bread, ahn when he had given thanks, he broke et, sayin' : "Thaes es mae bodieh which es fer ye."
He whom disciples woul' sell tae jealous men firs' gave, as verieh food o' life, Himself tae disciples still. He gave his blood, his flesh tae eat, sae thaet he migh' replenish th' hearts ahn souls o' mankind. Christ's food ahn bountieh es rich; he shall yield royal dainties, alleluia. Th' holieh priests offerin' ae ransom fer mankind at his death.
"Ah ahm th' livin' bread which came doon frem heaven. Ef anyone eats o' thaes bread, he will live forever, alleluia.
[Comfort and care, of a kind like this, could only bring deliverance should it be accepted.
His carpenter's hands slid down to Maxwell's mid-back, steadying him there, serving as his support system.]
E-et's nae too late, Enrico. We've bin given ae second chance. Ef ye forgive mae, we coul' be one agaen.
"Sit at mae right: Ah will scatter th' Heavens ahn put yer foes beneath yer feet."
Th' Lord will send frem Zion yer sceptre o' power: rule en th' midst o' all yer foes. A prince frem th' day o' yer birth on th' holieh mountains; Frem th' whom before th' daybreak ah begot ye.
A thanksgiving sacrifice ah make; Th' cup o' salvation ah will raise. My vows ah will fulfill. O blessed, o dove, ye will be happieh ahn prosper by thaes hands....
Alleluia.
Th' bread which ah shall give ye, alleluia, es mae flesh fer th' life o' th' world, alleluia, alleluia.
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Let my prayers come before ye like incense tae be pondered by all who love thaem.
Ah trusted e'en when ah said "Ah am sorely afflicted" ahn when ah said en mae alarm:
"Nae man can be trusted."
O precious en th' eyes o' th' Lord es th' death o' his faithful. Yer servant, Lord, yer servant am ah; ye have loosened mae bonds.
Humbly, humbly thaen. En veneration.
[He then took in his arms his child and cherub, his melancholic ward whose fears and anguish poured forth like a fountain mopped up by the corner of each cassock sleeve. The flimsy cot creaked, but still he remained steadfast. Cradling that spindly form closer than he coveted life itself he would offer his comfort and compassion—be a Guide to the Light the way in the path of Darkness.]
Th' Lord Jesus, on th' night when he was betrayed, took bread, ahn when he had given thanks, he broke et, sayin' : "Thaes es mae bodieh which es fer ye."
He whom disciples woul' sell tae jealous men firs' gave, as verieh food o' life, Himself tae disciples still. He gave his blood, his flesh tae eat, sae thaet he migh' replenish th' hearts ahn souls o' mankind. Christ's food ahn bountieh es rich; he shall yield royal dainties, alleluia. Th' holieh priests offerin' ae ransom fer mankind at his death.
"Ah ahm th' livin' bread which came doon frem heaven. Ef anyone eats o' thaes bread, he will live forever, alleluia.
[Comfort and care, of a kind like this, could only bring deliverance should it be accepted.
His carpenter's hands slid down to Maxwell's mid-back, steadying him there, serving as his support system.]
E-et's nae too late, Enrico. We've bin given ae second chance. Ef ye forgive mae, we coul' be one agaen.
"Sit at mae right: Ah will scatter th' Heavens ahn put yer foes beneath yer feet."
Th' Lord will send frem Zion yer sceptre o' power: rule en th' midst o' all yer foes. A prince frem th' day o' yer birth on th' holieh mountains; Frem th' whom before th' daybreak ah begot ye.
A thanksgiving sacrifice ah make; Th' cup o' salvation ah will raise. My vows ah will fulfill. O blessed, o dove, ye will be happieh ahn prosper by thaes hands....
Alleluia.
Th' bread which ah shall give ye, alleluia, es mae flesh fer th' life o' th' world, alleluia, alleluia.