Poem January 20, 1962 Issue

THE SAME DEAR CHRIST

Mary Boyd Wagner

Again the sick are healed, the dying raised,
With Love enthroned where fires of hate once blazed.
Deaf ears unstop; blind eyes receive their sight;
Mist melts away; and dark gives place to light
As round the world the brands of Truth are flung,
Whatever be the voice or what the tongue.
Truth knows no change, no season, no ago;
It has no end of days. How sweet to know
No matter when the time, or whether on land
Or sea or in the sky, or whose the hand
That lifts us up, keeping the promised tryst,
The healer is the same, the same dear Christ
Exampled by the man of Nazareth,
The same dear Christ that subjugated death.

Mary Boyd Wagner

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