The Three Enemies: 01 - The Flesh

Christina Georgina Rossetti

“Sweet, thou art pale.”
      “More pale to see,
Christ hung upon the cruel tree
And bore His Father’s wrath for me.”

“Sweet, thou art sad.”
      “Beneath a rod
More heavy, Christ for my sake trod
The winepress of the wrath of God.”

“Sweet, thou art weary.”
      “Not so Christ:
Whose mighty love of me suffic’d
For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist.”

“Sweet, thou art footsore.”
      “If I bleed,
His feet have bled; yea in my need
His Heart once bled for mine indeed.”

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