Rebekah Tracht
Day By Day
Friday, September 30, 2011
The Receipt of My Ransom
The receipt of my ransom
Is nail-scared hands.
The proof of my pardon
Reaches out to each man.
A body once broken -
Restored and renewed;
But those precious pierced hands
Still reach out to you.
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