Good Friday

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Am I a stone, and not a sheep,

            That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,

To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss,

            And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved

            Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;

Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;

            Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon

            Which hid their faces in a starless sky,

A horror of great darkness at broad noon –

            I, only I.

Yet give not o’er,

            But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;

Greater than Moses, turn and look once more

            And smite a rock.

~Christina Rossetti