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Of the cross of Christ's death, what was the species of the wood?

Of the cause of His Death, what was the composition of the blood

His wounds drew?  Did they use, for His crown, wild or cultivated thorns?---

as they wove together their hatreds, mockeries and scorns

that they drove, with loud chuckles, onto and into His head.

No one can answer such questions with a pride of certainty:

But I know what kind of death He died into, and conquered most perfectly:

it was the death, shaped the wage of my sins, that those sinsa had shaped for me.

Starward

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