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Not a bone of his shall be broken…

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1. Long-Skirts Says:
   April 6th, 2007 at 6:26 pm

   The
   Carpenter’s
   Plan

   How can I give
   What I don’t have.
   How can I heal
   Without some salve.
   How can I guide
   When I’m so blind.
   Why should I seek
   I never find.
   Why should I hope
   I always fail,
   And yet for me
   He took a nail.
   One in the left hand
   One in the right,
   Tween the bones of His instep,
   Wood drenched, blood bright.
   And still I complain,
   What’s the use, why care?
   But would any of us
   Hang ’til we tear?
   Would any of us forgive
   Those not there?
   So because of this —
   I have, though not salve,
   I’m blind but still find,
   Have failed but not nailed,
   Know right will shine bright —
   For He tore and forgave
   Did not curse but was brave,
   Slept with death in the cave
   Did not die in the grave
   But broke forth like a wave
   Roaring down the Church nave
   The wood…nail’s, His slave,
   Sanctified to help save!

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