Did an angry face begin to smile?
As the fleece was pierced and flayed?
Where were the mines from which was dug?
The iron for the blade?
And by whose art was all this formed?
In those uncreated days?
Before the hoards of people stood
Making war against the lamb
The creative sacrifice was made
By the weeping Father's hand
Wilf 06/1999
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