TO WATCH ONE HOUR

That night in still GethsemaneThe Master, yearning, looked in vainTo Peter, James, and John;And they, unmindful of his painFor sorrow slept.He asked them but to wait and watch,Linked heart to heart in fortifying prayer.To watch with him! A little thing to doFor one who healed their every woundAnd eased their hunger, taught them to renewTheir faith, partake of God's great power —"Could ye not watch with me one hour?"

Those three did not keep prayerful trystWith Jesus there —Perhaps we too have often failedIn loyal vigil with the Christ.But we, from vantage point of Truth's high hill,Illumined by Science, wake in Love—newborn —To greet a timeless resurrection mornAnd listening, bend in joy to God's kind will,Rejoicing that the cross borne upward holdsThe crown. Dear Master, this a precious dower —To gladly, humbly watch with you each hour.

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
NEWNESS OF LIFE
April 9, 1949
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit