If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow,We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.   The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;In all the universe we have no place.Our wounds are hurting us; where is the […]

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