Poem April 13, 1940 Issue

As I Study the Lesson

VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT

I like to think how once he stood
Upon the shore of Galilee,
And how the rising water stilled
As he rebuked the storm-tossed sea.
I like to think how children came
And gathered close about his feet,
And how the loaves were multiplied
That all might have enough to eat.
I like to think how men were healed
As tenderly the truth he spoke,
And how the sinner learned that self
Had bowed him with a heavy yoke.
I like to think how he forgave
The scorn and hatred of his day,
And how when men reviled him so,
He had no bitter word to say.
I like to think how in the tomb
He overcame the enemy,
And how his Truth-filled consciousness
Removed the stone and set him free.
I like to think how glad their hearts
At that last breakfast on the shore,
And how the nets were stretched to hold
The shining burden that they bore.
I like to think how doubt dispelled
From thought awakened as from sleep,
And how he told what love should mean,
Saying to Peter, "Feed my sheep."

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