ABRAHAM. My daughter lives again! I have found my lost lamb and she is dearer to me than ever.
MARY. I have a few possessions here—a little gold and some clothes. What ought I to do with them?
ABRAHAM. What came to you through sin, with sin must be left behind.
MARY. Could it not be given to the poor, or sold for an offering at the holy altar?
ABRAHAM. The price of sin is not an acceptable offering to God.
MARY. Then I will not trouble any more about my possessions.
ABRAHAM. Look! The dawn! It is growing light. Let us go.
MARY. You go first, dearest father, like the good shepherd leading the lost lamb that has been found. The lamb will follow in your steps.
ABRAHAM. Not so! I am going on foot, but you—you shall have a horse so that the stony road shall not hurt your delicate feet.
MARY. Oh, let me never forget this tenderness! Let me try all my life to thank you! I was not worth pity, yet you have shown me no harshness; you have led me to repent not by threats but by gentleness and love.
ABRAHAM. I ask only one thing, Mary. Be faithful to God for the rest of your life.
MARY. With all my strength I will persevere, and though my flesh may fail, my spirit never will.
