Poem January 14, 1950 Issue

ANDREW

Pierrepont E. Twitchell

I know that we can do the works he did.
He told us that we could. I was the first,
The very first, to follow as he bid
And bring a new disciple to his feet.
Our budding faith he gently helped and nursed.
I saw him turn the water into wine.
And I recall the day he made us seat
The many thousands on that grassy plain.
I saw the great crowd bountifully dine
When all he had was what the boy had brought.
He showed us we could cast out every pain
And do his works, and that unless we did
Our words were empty and our faith was nought.
He sent us forth by twos to heal and teach;
We found that we could do as he had bid.
And ever since that unforgotten day
When from our nets upon that distant beach
He called us to catch men—to teach, to heal—
I follow him: in earnest prayer I kneel
And always strive to follow in his way.