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From ‘the Cross’

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Who can blot out the Cross, which th’instrument
Of God, dew’d on me in the Sacrament?
Who can deny me power, and liberty
To stretch mine arms, and mine own Cross to be?
Swim, and at every stroke, thou art thy Cross;
The Mast and yard make one, where seas do toss;
Look down, thou spiest out Crosses in small things;
Look up, thou seest birds rais’d on crossed wings;
All the Globes frame, and spheres, is nothing else
But the Meridians crossing Parallels.

Material Crosses then, good physic bee,
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Joshua Adeyemi 12 April 2017

Let Crosses....Thanks for sharing!

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M Asim Nehal 06 July 2016

We believe that it was not the Christ who was put on the cross but God Almighty lifted him up in the sky and soon he will come back to earth.

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