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If you would stretch your vision

Imagine if you can

The glory of our Savior,

The only Righteous Man,

Forsaken of His Father

For wretches such as I,

Denied, condemned, and dying

Beneath a darkened sky

My guilt and sorrow bearing,

The theanthropic man,

That I might be forgiven:

Imagine if you can.

September 2012