Doth our hearts seek to be cleansed with your Blood O' Lord, which you shed for Our Great Tribe so long ago? We are a pitiful people! We know that. Giving in to the flesh and thy greed of thine human fallible heart which you made to be pure. But, like you know, Our only Lord, we are imperfect. But perfection is what this Great Tribe strives for daily. And though all will quite assuredly fail to obtain perfection, we still strive to be like your Son.
Amen!
