[Written for the Sentinel]

"When the sun was setting"

At Capernaum,
On Galilee:

Multitudes in the valley
Kneel at his feet;
Multitudes of little ones
Bowed with defeat,

Are waiting for the coming—
The coming of their Lord;
Prayerfully awaiting
The Saviour's spoken Word.

Ah, weary children,
Tirèd of heart;
Your Master is coming to loose you—
Do not depart.

The Christ is walking
Down the hill of peace;
Coming to comfort you,
To bring you release.

Stretch forth your hands;
Lift your heads high;
For blessings will drop
As the Christ goes by;

Blessings of victory,
Blessings of cheer
For the multitudes gathering;
There ... and here.

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