The limp that countless nightly wrestlings won. The troubled marks that marked us trouble free. The stumbling walk that taught us how to run. The blinded eyes that finally helped us see. The devil's thorn that goaded heavenly grace. The broken bones that caused us to rejoice. The righteous strikes that oiled disfigured face. The stolen speech that helped us find our voice. The pleasing bruise that healed iniquity. The flowing blood that cleansed us head to feet. The hostile death that ends hostility. The chastisement that brought us endless peace. You ask me how these wounds made such amends? "I gained them in the household of my friends."
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