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Passion, like a flaming fire,
Burned deep within his breast,
The converts in Damascus town,
Would reap the acid test.
Incredible! That man would choose.
The Christ, instead of God;
Today the jails would overflow -
He mused, as on he plod.
Signets, on each legal script,
He'd flaunt before their face;
And put an end to Christendom
Give God his rightful place.
Radiant, the noon-day sun -
Was paled by glorious Light;
And Saul of Tarsus, was no more -
He lost - and won the fight.
-Elizabeth Wallace Morehead-
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