You – Your Word came That living sword that pierces, Slices with a blade so quick, So pure honed that it draws no pain – At first – but then the spirit and soul divided – The joint and marrow separate – the pain comes, Spirit and soul set at enmity, this cross I bear.Continue reading “Psalm 3”
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