Wednesday 28 March 2018

In War

Now is Thine Earth one Calvary,
  Oh! Lord of Life, with Crosses set;
And in a sky of blood and tears
  The noonday sun hath set.

And every path is paved with thorns,
  And every Temple curtain rent;
And all the songs of love are lost
  In Grief’s lone sorrowful lament.

Amongst all other Crosses, still
  Is crowned the Cross of Christ, Thy Son;
That so Thy Fatherhood bows down
  And sorrows with each sorrowing one.


Poem: The Witness, 8th March 1918

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