Cross Acrostic

Christ, my mighty Rock is He,

Only He invulnerable stands;

Not content to stand alone,

Quietly He condescends.

Uniquely come to bear my grief,

Echo, Ages! how He chose

Red wounds to bleed for my relief;

Openly He crushed His foes,

Restored me whole, eternally.

pkc 10/11/17

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Author: P. K. Chamberlain