Poem April 10, 1902 Issue

The Power of Truth

BY LILIAN CARROLL.

Over the desert land afar,
Three wise men followed a glittering star
Till it stood overhead where a young child lay
With eyes just open to earthly day;
Offering their gifts of frankincense
And gold and myrrh they departed hence:
And thus was all wisdom's homage laid
At the feet of a humble little babe.
All through the years since that glad day
The world hears wisdom's lips still say,
"Except as a little child ye be,
Ye never the Kingdom of Heaven can see."
And though the babe grew in stature fair,
The soul of the child was always there,
Reflecting the light of purity,
Illumined by Love's humility.
No wonder he taught dumb lips to sing,
The blind to see, lame feet to spring
In newness of life along the way,
While hardened sinners learned to pray.
"I am the Way, the Truth, the Life."
On Calvary's hill he conquered the strife
Of mortal hatred and proved the tomb
Could not hide Truth within its gloom.
O wondrous hope! that again to-day
He is revealing himself the Way.

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