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"The Cross" (by Joe DiMino)
Blood flowed from His palms,
ankles red and bright--
the blind were first to see Him,
and the lame first stood upright.
The proud
of course they fled Him,
and the strong
sort refuge in might--
while the famished
approached the pool
at His feet,
took fill
of their portion in light.
Of this I bare witness,
recall vividly clear,
times I stood
firm on the ground,
times suspended in air--
times I embraced
the base of the Cross,
times I fled with fear.