A statue of the risen Lord, No more than four feet tall, Composed of resin painted gold, Hung on the church’s wall. Arms raised, it welcomed everyone Approaching from the east: Saints, sinners, strangers, members, guests, The greatest to the least. One night the statue disappeared From its . . . . Continue Reading »
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