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Wednesday, July 11, 2012

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Have you ever groaned
In bleeding lamentations?
Has the iron never
Entered your soul?
The lamb comes to Truth,
Only through a bitter draft;
He arrives at the banquet,
Weathered by the pangs of hunger;
He lays hold of the
Robe of Righteousness,
While yet chilled
In his own nakedness.

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