Friday, March 28, 2008

A week out from Easter
I've fallen down
Sinister revolving chair
Smiles like a frown
Spun me on my head
and so
I've fallen down.


Amazing grace
How sweet to taste
A drink so full and deep
Blood must be spilled
To make me whole
He died instead of me.

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