He's young and disna ken better yet.

He canna unnerstan' thy ways, nor, for that maitter, can I preten' to unnerstan' them mysel'.

But thoo art a' licht, and in thee is no darkness at all.

And thy licht comes into oor blin' een, and mak's them blinner yet.

But, O Lord, gin it wad please thee to hear oor prayer...eh! hoo we wad praise thee! And my Andrew wad praise thee mair nor ninety and nine o' them 'at need nae repentance.' A long pause followed.