Poem March 23, 1940 Issue

The Victor

MABEL STUART CURRY

"Lord, if thou hadst been here," she said,
"My brother had not died,"
Forgetting that he raised the dead,
Walked on the waves, the hungry fed,
The sinful sanctified.

He bade them take away the stone
From where the dead was laid;
And there, amid complaint and moan
He stood, and talked with God alone,
In gratitude he prayed:

Father, I thank Thee Thou hast heard—
And death itself gave way
Before the glory of the Word.
The Christ, adorable, is Lord
This resurrection day!

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