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How brittle are the Piers
On which our Faith doth tread—
No Bridge below doth totter so—
Yet none hath such a Crowd.

It is as old as God—
Indeed—'twas built by him—
He sent his Son to test the Plank,
And he pronounced it firm.

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 7 Oct 2008 10:25 PM | Viewed: 5067 times

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