Melancholic Joy
It cuts like a light;
It causes no fright,
But only to fear,
A savior brought near.
It seems a sad thing;
a life poured out for no thing.
Merely given in grace;
elected, to see His Face.
Fighters for purity;
His resurrected death is your surety:
The surgeon healer’s steady knife-
Is but the prune of sacrifice
Blood poured out in love to save, this melancholic joy.
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