St. Peter once: \u201d\u02dcLord, dost thou wash my feet?\u2019\u201d\u201d
\n Much more I say: Lord, dost thou stand and knock
\n At my closed heart more rugged than a rock,
\nBolted and barred, for thy soft touch unmeet,
\nNor garnished nor in any wise made sweet?
\n Owls roost within and dancing satyrs mock.
\n Lord, I have heard the crowing of the cock
\nAnd have not wept: ah, Lord, though knowest it,
\nYet still I hear thee knocking, still I hear:
\n \u201d\u02dcOpen to me, look on me eye to eye,
\nThat I may wring thy heart and make it whole;
\nAnd teach thee love because I hold thee dear
\n And sup with thee in gladness soul with soul,
\nAnd sup with thee in glory by and by.\u2019<\/p>\n
–Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
St. Peter once: \u201d\u02dcLord, dost thou wash my feet?\u2019\u201d\u201d Much more I say: Lord, dost thou stand and knock At my closed heart more rugged than a rock, Bolted and barred, for thy soft touch unmeet, Nor garnished nor in…<\/span><\/p>\n