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1 Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm
2 Bends back the brier that edges life's long way, 3 That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm, 4 I do not feel the thorns so much to-day. 5 Because I never knew your care to tire, 6 Your hand to weary guiding me aright, 7 Because you walk before and crush the brier, 8 It does not pierce my feet so much to-night. 9 Because so often you have hearkened to 10 My selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now, 11 That these harsh hands of mine add not unto 12 The crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |