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The Lord works in mysterious ways. Where once I was a pale-skinned Quaker, spreading the gospel and love of the Lord, now I am a colored wanderer led by God's light to the quietest of fishin' holes.
The Lord truly works in mysterious ways.
Was it so necessary to change my very corporeal form just to allow me to continue my works?
Why, oh God our Lord, have you decided that the goodly hands of a Quaker are unable to work the fields and mines of this frontier?! Did not my eyes spot the hidden treasures among the weeds? Was not my mind always cautious as I worked among the falling trees?
Alas, a poor wanderer shall I be. To drift in search of my damaged faith in the Lord.
The Lord truly works in mysterious ways.
Was it so necessary to change my very corporeal form just to allow me to continue my works?
Why, oh God our Lord, have you decided that the goodly hands of a Quaker are unable to work the fields and mines of this frontier?! Did not my eyes spot the hidden treasures among the weeds? Was not my mind always cautious as I worked among the falling trees?
Alas, a poor wanderer shall I be. To drift in search of my damaged faith in the Lord.
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