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Holy has two arms;
One extended
gives us 'the hand,'
Telling us to stop!
To come no closer!
Its judging glare, too,
declares
We are not!
The other held out too
beckons 'come near,'
Saying come closer still!
Accept My Son's embrace!
Its warm glow, too, confides
It is My will.
See this poem @ His Newsman
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