“O place my hands with yours, help me divine The wounded God whose wounds are healing mine.” — Malcolm Guite Copy Share Image
“In vain we search the heavens high above, The God of love is kneeling at our feet. Though we betray him, though it is… — Malcolm Guite Copy Share Image
“But here a pure change happens. On this tree Loss becomes gain, death opens into birth. Here wounding heals and fastening makes free, Earth… — Malcolm Guite Copy Share Image
“O place my hands with yours, help me divine The wounded God whose wounds are healing mine.” — Malcolm Guite Copy Share Image
