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Kissing the Cross

Kissing the cross,O precious cross,it blisters the lipslike the hot coalheld to Isaiah.O holy cross,there is a body on itwith a deep woundthe wound dealt by the worldto the hopes of God.O beautiful Godunrecognizablewho could not let us bein our blind man’s bluffour cruel humorsO spent fleshtha

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