At the Foot of the Cross
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Three lasses by the wooden cross
all name Mary, were at a loss.
His death, a faith walk direction
from sin, for Christian perfection.
With tempests, it brews as they toss.
10/21/2023
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2023
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