O Lord,
How could I not love you?
How could I not be touched
By what you did?
It was my cross.
It was my nails.
It was my shame.
It was my blame.
It was mine.
How could I not love you?
How could I not be touched,
By what you did?
Wrote on August 8, 2002
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