[Written for the Sentinel]

The Ever Present Christ

How oft have we who roamed from creed to creed,
Searching for satisfying food in vain,
Yearned to have Jesus with us once again,
To give sure solace in our bitter need.

E'en the disciples saw a ponderous tomb
Shutting them out from him they mourned as dead,
And could not credit what the women said
Of his great victory over mortal doom.

So we, convinced that sundering ages stood
Between us and the Master's gracious power,
Heard, half in doubt, that at this very hour
The Christ is here, with all its sum of good.

Yet the eternal and divine idea,
That glowed full glorious in the Son of Man,
Has ever shone, our fear-born shades to ban;
For all earth's ills the heavenly panacea.

But now we yearn no more for ancient years,
Such wealth of blessing doth the present hold,
Since mists that hide the healing Christ are rolled
Away in answer to our earnest prayers.

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Love's Demands
October 18, 1924

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