Poem April 13, 1940 ISSUE

As I Study the Lesson

VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT

I like to think how once he stoodUpon the shore of Galilee,And how the rising water stilledAs he rebuked the storm-tossed sea.I like to think how children cameAnd gathered close about his feet,And how the loaves were multipliedThat all might have enough to eat.I like to think how men were healedAs tenderly the truth he spoke,And how the sinner learned that selfHad bowed him with a heavy yoke.I like to think how he forgaveThe 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 tombHe overcame the enemy,And how his Truth-filled consciousnessRemoved the stone and set him free.I like to think how glad their heartsAt that last breakfast on the shore,And how the nets were stretched to holdThe shining burden that they bore.I like to think how doubt dispelledFrom thought awakened as from sleep,And how he told what love should mean,Saying to Peter, "Feed my sheep."

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