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Why Hides the Sun His Face As In Defeat

LXXVIII 
Why hides the sun his face as in defeat?
The day is done and this ninth hour had come
As sorrows flood with tears that grace his feet
That faints the eye of such a tempest calm

Then stillness breaks the hanging Victor shouts
Man’s worst is done yet still may perish not
For God his best hath done that leaves no doubt 
Unblemished lamb in whom there is no spot

The grievous cross by which he suffered death
He welcomed with his open arms so wide
Forgave our sins, forever to forget 
And rent the veil that set a great divide

The finished sacrifice my gap did breach
What glorious grace is this by which I’m reached!

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Date: 8/18/2017 7:23:00 AM
Wow! Most beautiful sonnet, Jun, a favourite:)
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