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March 10, 2008


was Thy flesh like this, O Lord?
cold and clammy, soft and sin
had not marred it, You were
bread without
free of all the curses

brought on guilty ones

was Thy blood like this, O Lord?
a tiny cup: shining, strange, sweet
poured and flowing over
my guilt, my shame, my curse

taking all my stains

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