Poem November 22, 1952 Issue

RESURRECTION

Florence Patterson

I stood and wept
And sorrowing viewed the scene:
Man fallen,
Caught in the maelstrom of earth's woe,
Sick, sinful, tired.
Bowing low
And ever drawing near the tomb.
Then
Out of the gloom one word
Spoken.
And turning, like Mary of long ago
I knew Christ risen;
Man unbound by tomb,
Not sick, but whole,
The son of God,
Perfect throughout eternity.

Florence Patterson

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