Sonnet

O!                                                      

Holy is the God of riven flesh

who gathered to His Name an hallowed tithe

ere setting in the felling of His scythe,

enfolding Adam’s severed get to thresh.

How faithful is the Lord of spattered blood –

the life thereof enduing oath with breath –

unto the purchased merit of His death,

on which the witness-stone is firmly stood.

And sovereign Wisdom makes the guarantee

of utt’rance from sincere and callow nerve;

consumes the curse of faithlessness deserved,

blows blessing o’er a child’s audacity.

So three unbreaking strands perform a cord.

So broken man is bound by living Word.

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