Poem July 21, 1934 Issue

A Sabbath in Capernaum

ELIZABETH B. CATE

At evening when the sun was set,
And opal clouds were turning gray,
Before the door of Simon's house
The sick, the lame, the palsied lay.

They waited for the Christly touch
Of him who, by a mighty word,
Had healed a fierce demoniac,
And all the synagogue had stirred;

Then, standing by the couch of pain,
Rebuked the fearful, fevered thought,
And woke to Truth the suffering sense
Of her for whom his aid was sought.

He moved among those needy ones,
His face with holy light aglow;
With truth and love he cleansed their thought,
Beheld man whole, and bade them go.

Thus in the morn, at noon, at eve,
The Master proved God's kingdom come,
And closed with joy at Simon's house
That Sabbath in Capernaum.

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