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I tell you...not a greater power,
was ever...as that day and hour.
It's Jesus, I am blessed to see,
reach my hand toward Calvary...
Walk the land, where His feet tread,
place a hand, where lay His head.
Pressing blood stained earth beneath,
thorns that pierced...from out the wreath...
Oh Lord,...that awesome, frozen space
brings no sweeter, purer grace..
than blood.....spilled through an ageless time,
in Eucharist....the Bread and Wine.
Adonai....I hear your name,
echoing throughout my brain.
Abba Father, Jesus, Lord....
passages through time....the Word!
Makes me weep with joyful praise,
fills this soul of earthen ways.
Blessed to edify your name,
the hours....minutes, that remain,
and glory in Your prism shine,
my Holy Lord.....In Bread, and Wine.
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