I am son.

...for the length of my youth , I had fail in wisdom to know you. To understand thy mysterious ways...rejecting the world who follow you not. Who do not at thy cross bow...hated.,..And I hated you. I fought with my rage and the strength of youth and with much ignorance. And .. it seems I might have won, even when I am wrong. ...for light came unto me, of thy depth and wisdom which now with much ages added I grasp.,..and know. The ways and whys, thy world created and stated,.oh! it's so true they say the blind do not know still even when true hits them between their eyes.... and I am so...And I see it now. ah... such truth in thy ways, comdemed.,hated...I yet I am already yours. this and that....and of all that.,.I know now the truth thou held and hold. ...such pain where no know believed and agreed...I realised that yet ...I am already yours.....

I am already son.