Poem November 16, 1935 ISSUE

The Christ-Way

MARGARET WINGFIELD

Dear shepherd of us all,Thy words ring clear:Beloved, feed my sheepAnd lambkins dear.The world has need of allThy service kind;Raise up the fallen ones,Comfort mankind!

And for thy friend today,This must thou do:When asked to go one mileGo with him two.Give to him now thy coat,Shield him from cold.Then give thy cloak; entwineWith love each fold.

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