"COME YE ... APART"

"Come ye ... apart ... and rest," the Master said.O Love divine, how great our needToday to findA quiet resting place,Some holy ground where we removeThe sandals worn with treading ancient waysOf fear and superstition.Where we may bathe our feet,And so refreshOur understanding of reality.There Truth shall take our garments,Soiled with the market's trafficOf weary, selfish fretting,And give to us the seamless robeOf unselfed love and Christly benediction.Then shall we walk the common ways,Shod with the gospel,Clad in divine reflection;And human heartsReaching to touch our thoughtShall find themselves regenerated, healed!

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