We often wish our lives were more divine. But they are, in fact, more divine than we believe. It is sorrow which reveals this to us…. For a moment it blinds us; then by degrees the white figure of Jesus comes out in the dim obscurity. We feel the warm blood on our hands as we grasp the Cross. We…
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The Love of Christ Which Passeth Knowledge
The Love of Christ Which Passeth Knowledge By Christina Rossetti (b. 1830- d. 1884) I bore with thee long weary days and nights, Through many pangs of heart, through many tears; I bore with thee, thy hardness, coldness, slights, For three and thirty years. Who else had dared for thee what I have dared? I plunged the depth most deep…