While Jesus is saving, I'm spending all my grace,on rosy-red pallor of lights on center stage.While people have cheered on the awful mess we've made,through storms of red roses we've exited the stage
Hail, O bleeding Head and wounded, With a crown of thorns surrounded, Buffeted, and bruised and battered, Smote with reed by striking shattered, Face with spittle vilely smeared! Hail, whose visage sweet and comely, Marred by fouling stains and homely, Changed as to its blooming color, All now turned to deathly pallor, Making heavenly hosts affeared!bernard of clairvaux
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