Not of soaring visions, but the boards,
splintered and broken from the ruined ship
to which you clung--boast; and of the cords
that bound and lashed, the crowning thorns that rip
your flesh, the sword that wounds your side;
boast but in grace, and in that grace abide.
O Oriens A Fifth Advent reflection with music
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