Poem February 20, 1937 Issue

"Thy kingdom come"

DOROTHY BAYLOR

"Thy kingdom come"—to lowly sons of men?
In deep humility we ponder when
We'll see the blessed advent—in what place.
We need not wait—we now receive Thy grace.
Father, may those whose human hearts are blest
With some small knowledge of this great behest,
Be most alert to see a brother's need,
His hope renew by loving word or deed.

Where to begin? I need not wander far;
Here lies the waiting task at my own door:
To speak more kindly to a little child,
To lift the thought of one with sin defiled,
To comfort one whose tears have drenched his face—
Of tears, the Scripture saith, there'll be no trace—
To speak the truth that heals, to one in pain,
Thy presence see in lieu of scorn, disdain.

In all these things may I Thy servant be,
Each task assigned perform most lovingly,
Help to fulfill that heavenly decree:
From least to greatest, they shall all know Me.

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