human
Come now, hurry up, hurry up.
gpt
Howe'er it be, it seems to me 'Tis only noble to be good; Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
human
Be ye kind to one another.
gpt
How sweet, how heavenly is the sight!
human
You belong to God. The boy Wendell thought that the preacher looked straight at him when he said that. He went to his home at the close of the service, climbed the stairs to his room, shut the door, knelt in prayer, saying,
gpt
O God, I belong to thee, take what is thine own.
human
Here I am, you called me, what do you want? The minister said,
gpt
No, my boy, I did not call you, go back to bed. The boy returned to his bed and again went to sleep. A second time, and even a third time he was called. Each time the faithful, obedient lad leaped from his couch and ran to the minister. The third time it dawned on the mind of the minister that the voice the lad heard was the voice of God, calling him to himself and to his special service. Being a wise and loving man he said to the boy,
human
Return to your bed, and if you hear the call again, say, 'Speak, Lord, for thy servant heareth.'