The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Good Friday

Gall is the taste of life when we

Who live must bear our Calvary.

On this day our Master died--

Christ, our Lord, the Crucified.

Upon the cross in agony

He shed his blood for love of me.

In every street, on every hill,

The Heart that stopped is beating still.



--Vincent Holm

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