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We and Thy Cornerstone
We claim that we of family seed
Have
risen from our deed
And claim that we have never heard
The Voice behind the Creed;
The Voice behind the Word.
We drown You out when we're alone
We crush the very bone
Of
those that claim that they have seen
Beyond
our earthly tone;
Beyond our earthly screen.
What do we fear when we draw near
The edge of Truth so dear...
That
we will find an empty bier
Beside a cruel cashier;
With
deaf and heartless ear?
It's fear of cancer that we dread
That drags us to our bed.
O' yes we shun the very One
That heals to raise the dead;
That heals to raise us One.
We draw the drapes, but all escapes
In
misbegotten shapes.
None
passes by that Loving Eye
You
haven't strained with grapes;
You
haven't claimed to buy.
O' man has fainted from the first
In
anguish and in thirst
And
tries to plead that he must bleed
Before
he can be nurst;
Before
he can be freed.
Before the spawn of life's Whirlpool
Before
Thy grand Footstool
We in
Thy Heart were surely borne;
We
and Thy Cornerstone.
© © 29 March 1983 Audrie Inise Shively Rogers
Copyright © 29 March
1983- All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated
without permission
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