My arm can no longer be contained.
Dear son, “I am”. My arm can no longer be contained by so much impurity, injustice in my creation, and evil in the hearts of men. Man, my little one, does not want to give himself to me. You, instead, surrender yourself to me, you are all mine. Comfort me. I, your Father, love you. Amen.
Hail Mary Most Pure conceived without original sin.
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