I Am Imperfect In Many

Let Anyone Laugh And Taunt If He So Wishes. I Am Not Keeping Silent, Nor Am I Hiding The Signs And Wonders That Were Shown To Me By The Lord Many Years Before They Happened, Who Knew Everything, Even Before The Beginning Of Time.

I Grieve For You, How I Mourn For You, Who Are So Very Dear To Me, But Again I Can Rejoice Within My Heart, Not For Nothing Have I Labored, Neither Has My Exile Been In Vain.

So I Live Among Barbarous Tribes, A Stranger And Exile For The Love Of God.

For After Chastisement From God, And Recognizing Him, Our Way To Repay Him Is To Exalt Him And Confess His Wonders Before Every Nation Under Heaven.

If I Be Worthy, I Live For My God To Teach The Heathen, Even Though They May Despise Me.