Away It Returns

As I pondered
Where I’ve wandered
How I’ve squandered
So much time

Count the cost
Of thin lines crossed
Connections lost
It’s such a crime

And yet you paid
With garments frayed
On cruel cross laid
Pierced in your prime

You taught us well
How to expel
The power of Hell
Embrace sublime

Of worship’s fare
The fresh clean air
The view from there
Is worth the climb

 

©1997 Dennis McClendon
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