Of anything a soul could will
mine the worst of all.
Of anything a mind could fathom,
all others be appalled.
Of anything a hand could do,
to that end my fingers fly.
If there is one sinner in the world,
it is only I.
Of any way You could have come,
You chose to as the least.
To become in like as one of us,
Curse raised for eyes to feast.
Cursed for curse, the King of kings,
snake-bit for all of serpent-kind,
Scapegoat who preserved the sheep,
Yes! for the dead you died.
Day with Grace 
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