Reacheth ye forth,
And pulleth thyself
Out of the muck
Of thine oppression
For man’s animal acts,
Shall bind him unto a thorny briar,
And, the wailing of thy spirit
Cryeth to mine tortured ears
Yet without my son.
Ye cannot salve thy wounds,
Lest ye kneel
And reacheth ye forth unto him.
For I will hear his advocation
And bring unto me
Those who sought
His cleansing blood.
5-13-06
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