Poem March 7, 1931 Issue

"Complete in him"

EMMA ELIZABETH ADAMS

Arrayed in silken robes, how poor am I;
Bedecked with gems, alas! I am not gay;
Though served with nectared draft, athirst I sigh;
Lo! I have naught to-day.

Bring me Christ's seamless robe of righteousness;
One crumb of love my parched heart to feed;
One pearl of faith—its price is limitless;
Behold me, rich indeed!

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