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The Crucifix On My Wall
I gaze up at you, while you look down at me,
and wonder if any of my prayers you hear,
for I ask every day if you'll set me free
from my pains and struggles seeming always near.
The answer? With you on the cross I must be
and yet while I try to draw close I still fear
that when I arrive I'll find my greatest loss:
Not you, my sweet Lord, but a bare wooden cross.
