Friday, 13 September 2019










O GOLDEN CROSS
O golden cross! O golden cross!
You contradict in terms
The Saviour never carried thee
As His salvific arms

O golden cross!  O golden cross!
So elegant and fine
You have no place in my heart.
For you I do not pine.

O golden cross!  O golden cross!
You shine so brightly now
The rough beams of the wooden cross
They touched the Saviour’s brow.

O golden cross!  O golden cross!
Priced property of Sister Clean
Return to her as you came
With your shine and your sheen.


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