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br.writeln("Christian Quotation of the Day Tuesday, September 30, 2025");
br.writeln("He might have reared a palace at a word,Who sometimes had not where to lay his head:Time was, and He who nourished crowds with breadWould not one meal unto Himself afford:Twelve legions girded with angelic swordWere at his beck, the scorned and buffeted:He healed another’s scratch, his own side bled,Side, feet, and hands, with cruel piercings gored.Oh wonderful the wonders left undone!And scarce less wonderful than those He wrought;Oh self-restraint, passing all human thought,To have all power, and be as having none;Oh self-denying Love, which felt aloneFor needs of others, never for its own!");
br.writeln("... Richard Chenevix Trench (1807-1886), Poems, London: Macmillan, 1874, p. 142");
br.writeln("(see the book; see also Phil. 2:5-7; Matt. 8:20; 26:53; John 20:25-27; more at Bread, Crowd, Jesus, Love, Power, Self-sacrifice, Sleep)");
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