Poem January 11, 1947 Issue

The Sacrament's Lesson

E. LILIAS MCINTYRE

I examine myself
and ask,
"Have I the meekness
of Jesus, the beloved?
Am I worthy
to bear the standard of Truth?
Have I forgiven
to seventy times seven,
and purified my thought with love
that the Christ, Truth, may enter in?
Have I struggled in voiceless agony
to overcome temptation?"
Humbly, I pray, "Father, make me worthy
to be called a follower of Christ, Truth."

Remembering the sweat of agony
in Gethsemane's holy struggle,
shall I murmur
when I drink of his cup,
or wish to escape the cross which—
if taken up and borne—
leads to glorious resurrection?
Again I pray, "Father, give me strength and love
to follow through."
Bowing low, I lay
my faltering will at His feet,
humbly and prayerfully,
that His will, not mine,
be done.

Now I know
the riches of His love.

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