POEM 'HIS HOLINESS'
He spoke these words "Stretch forth thine hand".
He Whose followers as grains of sand
Would reach to every shore on earth
To humbly offer man's rebirth.
The Summons had arrived that Day
And those who witnessed could not say
That they had any cause to falter
For God Himself was at the altar.
The people who had gathered waited
Some filled with love, while others hated:
Eyes opened wide, intent on seeing
The crowd transfixed by Jesus' Being.
Some murmured that He hath a devil
And therefore, He, in sin, doth revel
While others saw the Father's Son
And bowed before His Holy One
The withered man saw in His eyes
What lowliness could not disguise
He had not where to lay His head
Yet this Man could raise from the dead
His hand he lifted as commanded
The verdict soon would be demanded
To crucify this Promised One
Whose Holiness outshone the sun
The crowd then gazed on Christ's perfection
The man was whole, no imperfection
The pure in heart thus gained salvation
The wayward drifted toward damnation
O Jesus, Thou beloved Christ
Who leaveth no one unsufficed
To Thee we lift our withered soul
And pray Thee that Thou make it whole
A Risen Christ His sheep doth call
Lord of the Sabbath, Saviour of all
Who one time tread the Promised Land
Exalted now at God's right Hand (134:1)

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