I was a stricken deer that left the herdLong since; with many an arrow deep infixed
My panting side was charged, when I withdrew
To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.
There was I found by One Who had Himself
Been hurt by the archers. In His side He bore,
And in His hands and feet, the cruel scars.
With gentle force soliciting the darts,
He drew them forth, and healed, and bade me live.
~William Cowper, The Task, Book III
Thank you for your love and for your spirited testimony, Dad!
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