He must take this last step,
the last step of love,
the last step of life.
Now life slips from each limb,
finds refuge in his still-beating heart:
stretching from pole to pole,
high as heaven,
low as hell,
now overflowing,
heavy as the world,
the world of sin and misery.
See.
He takes his heavy heart,
and, slowly, laboriously,
alone between heaven and earth,
in the awesome night,
with passionate love,
he gathers the sin of the world,
and in a cry,
he gives ALL:
“Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.”
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