Poem May 19, 1956 Issue

AT NAIN

Luke 7:11-17

James M. Speers

"Weep not."

Such love was in the Master's voice
That, strangely comforted, the woman must
Have ceased her sobbing. He came then "and touched
The bier" and simply bade him rise who lay
So still thereon—as one might rouse a friend
From dreaming. That was all.

But when the throng
Beheld the marvel, they may well have stared,
Stricken with awe, not knowing what to think.
Then certainly their awe, or fear, was merged
With joy, and they were glorifying God.