Poem May 8, 2005

How Christ comes to us

Henry Rutledge

Originally appeared on spirituality.com

I do not care if
Christ comes
Through e-mail,
Phone calls or letters rare;
Just so I receive the cure.

Arriving in whatever form;
Its touch, I know,
Will soon transform.

I care not how Christ comes to me—
In latest fashion, old duds or dungaree,
Form is not the point:
But healing of the mind and joint.

I care not how,
But that
Christ comes!

Science and Health

King James Bible

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