Whither you climb?
Stones with feet oozing life,
Sanctified by the lamb
Ought to be worth of His grief,
Fell deep
In the belly of the earth,
Intense weep
Ought to redeem your breath,
Thy hands that kill,
Spill sinless blood,
Are not judged but justified for his will
Ought to regenerate water from the mud,
We are redeemed to be justified
By the gracious blood; regenerated to be sanctified!
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