E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) - Brier: Good Friday

E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) - Brier: Good Friday

1 Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm br 2 Bends back the brier that edges life's long way, br 3 That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm, br 4 I do not feel the thorns so much to-day. br br 5 Because I never knew your care to tire, br 6 Your hand to weary guiding me aright, br 7 Because you walk before and crush the brier, br 8 It does not pierce my feet so much to-night. br br 9 Because so often you have hearkened to br 10 My selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now, br 11 That these harsh hands of mine add not unto br 12 The crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow.br br E.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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