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by Sarah Ruden


When I am naked in the dock,
I get His cloak and coat. The clock

Sweeps the exam away from me,
When I have lost the room, but He

Teaches me where I stand and weep.
He drives all torments from my sleep –

The grave’s earth, darkness like a wall –
And with His body breaks my fall.

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