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Beloved, hear again My saying: it is the root that I am after. You grieve Me with your busyness, and your worryings—when you continually look after the state of the topsoil, after that which you can see. Do I care at all for these things? If the roots were taken away and dried up, would the weed by any means survive? Would it not rather wither and die in a short time? So ought you to seek to uproot the source of your sin, and purge out the bitter roots of lawlessness from your heart.