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Tag: Encounters with Jesus
The Weight of Love
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Your love, O Lord, has substance I can feel,
A weight that holds this anxious wand’rer still,
Arrested by the strange, forgotten peal
Of heart-strings played at their Creator’s will.
The Undoing of a Pharisee
Today I passed a man who carried within him
What I could not see, could not touch
