Friday, November 25, 2005
Grace
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From Darkness to promote me?
Paradise Lost [x. 743-45]
Even so,
I am thankful for your life; and my life
For your death; and my death
For your resurrection; and the hope of mine to come
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Craig (mars-hill) Friday, November 25, 2005
