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Monday, 16 November 2009

None so blind

None so blind


When you were lying, bleeding, dying

Did I walk by in pride?

Did I avert my shameful eyes

And pass on the other side?


When you were hanged on a cross for me

Did I at the time deny?

Through blood filled eyes that could hardly see

You looked your question: Why?


And when at last they laid your head

In a tomb hid from earthly light,

Did I help roll the stone to bury the dead

Lest my conscience quake at the sight?


Then how can I ask you now to forgive

Whilst my guilt is a weight of shame?

Yet I know no more how I might live

Save in your holy name.

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