Poem January 3, 1948 Issue

HE CAME WHERE HE WAS

Grace Nixon Stecher

Jerusalem to Jericho
A certain man went down,
Where, beaten, robbed, and left to die,
He drew the Levite's frown,
For he was but a lowly man,
A man of no renown.

But when the good Samaritan
Came where he was, no pride
Impeded love; he shunned him not,
Nor pulled his skirts aside.
He soothed his bruises where he lay;
Else surely he had died.

He cherished him with oil and wine,
Nor chided him for sin.
He set him on his own beast
And housed him at the inn;
Yet had compassion failed the feast,
The cherishment were thin.

Grace Nixon Stecher

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