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Saturday, October 6, 2012


When I lay stripped and torn, beaten.
I look upon you Lord, do you lay next to me?

Like the Crow on the Cross of Calvary, do you cry for me?

Am I made only to serve without knowing?

Out of the darkness comes your embrace. And I feel you run through me.
I am not alone, and I fear no evil, for you have given me life.
Even though I am naked, bruised and bloody I'm joyous.
As I am you.

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