In the folds of night
With stars unseen
A Master's hands
Washed you clean-

His crimson stains
And burdened scars
Carried you
amidst the stars-

And there he laid you
At His throne,
His sacrifice
Made you his own-

And when in splendor
You have sought,
Your soul my child
Has been bought.

08/24/2006

Posted on 08/24/2006
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