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Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
…And thus we rust Life’s iron chain And every human heart that breaks, Ah! happy those whose hearts can break Oscar Wilde
Degraded and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God’s eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone.
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its treasure to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper’s house
With the scent of costliest nard.
And peace of pardon win!
How else may man make straight his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
How else but through a broken heart
May Lord Christ enter in?