THE FOURTH GOSPEL

He sits in quiet thought, and by his sideA young disciple listens till he speaks:"They do not tell enough. There yet abideSuch memories of him one humbly seeksTo set them down. My child, record each word,And I will strive to tell you just a fewThe wondrous things he did, the words we heardWhich Mark did not repeat and Matthew knewBut did not write. But where shall I commence?At Nazareth? No. Nor Bethlehem's shining star.The light that shone from out the night so dense,It was the Christ, the Logos. Yea, the farBeginning was the Word. The Word was God.

"The day is over and the sun is set.The Comforter is with us here tonight.The Master told us we would not forget.Dear child, please fill the lamp; let us have light.I must keep faith and give you every wordHe gave us at that last Passover meal.We must not lose one breath of what I heard,His message left to guide us and to heal.

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