Oh sacred hands now wounded
That loved this wretched throng
The tortured one discarded
disfigured and alone
How cruel the shame and terror
The sacrificial lamb
Transgressions laid upon him
The dying Son of Man
matt tullos
the compost pile of writer, matt tullos. mostly poems, prayers, rants and naratives... "Gods passion for the world has compelled me to be a contributor in the warfare of grace rather than a spectator in the warfare of religion."
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