BRIER

BRIER

BECAUSE, dear Christ, your tender, wounded armBends back the brier that edges life's long way,That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm,I do not feel the thorns so much to-day.Because I never knew your care to tire,Your hand to weary guiding me aright,Because you walk before and crush the brier,It does not pierce my feet so much to-night.Because so often you have hearkened toMy selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now,That these harsh hands of mine add not untoThe crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow.

BECAUSE, dear Christ, your tender, wounded armBends back the brier that edges life's long way,That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm,I do not feel the thorns so much to-day.Because I never knew your care to tire,Your hand to weary guiding me aright,Because you walk before and crush the brier,It does not pierce my feet so much to-night.Because so often you have hearkened toMy selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now,That these harsh hands of mine add not untoThe crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow.

BECAUSE, dear Christ, your tender, wounded armBends back the brier that edges life's long way,That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm,I do not feel the thorns so much to-day.

BECAUSE, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm

Bends back the brier that edges life's long way,

That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm,

I do not feel the thorns so much to-day.

Because I never knew your care to tire,Your hand to weary guiding me aright,Because you walk before and crush the brier,It does not pierce my feet so much to-night.

Because I never knew your care to tire,

Your hand to weary guiding me aright,

Because you walk before and crush the brier,

It does not pierce my feet so much to-night.

Because so often you have hearkened toMy selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now,That these harsh hands of mine add not untoThe crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow.

Because so often you have hearkened to

My selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now,

That these harsh hands of mine add not unto

The crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow.


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