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Posted by michael Oh, and do you love it? One will sift as wheat, There are these sharp gold knives When I speak, "I cough them out, Isaiah 42:3
on 8/7/2006, 10:20 am, in reply to "the bruised reed"
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Are you a bruised reed?
A smoldering flax?
Are you a broken branch?
Do you love to forget like I do?
But one has come with robes.
One will slice your ankle.
Love, love, love.
In this space meant for affections,
Where the pink skin baby once belonged.
Gather them up in my arms,
And swallow them back down."
It's about suffering. well, christian suffering.
Richard Sibbes stuff.
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