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After a time in the dirt-grind

and the stone’s bruise

on the heel

and on the face, and the power drains

from the dragging,

tiring, weary pull of chains

you seem born to wear forever

and wear you down,

then will the King

speak kindly from His high

and lofty place.

He will look you in the face,

and set you in your own high place, and you, at the King’s table eat

forever at the Mercy Seat, and see that Face,

that place,

is Grace.