My Peace I Leave With You
- Thy Peace! Thou pale, despisèd
- What Peace is there in Thee,
- Nailed to the Cross that crowns the
- In agony?
- No Peace of home was Thine; no rest
- When Thy day's work was done.
- When darkness called the world to sleep
- And veiled the sun,
- No children gathered round Thy knee,
- No hand soothed care away:
- Thou hadst not where to lay Thy head
- At close of day.
- What Peace was Thine? Misunderstood,
- Rejected by Thine own,
- Pacing Thy grim Gethsemane,
- Outcast and lone.
- What Peace hast Thou to give the world?
- There is enough of pain;
- Always upon my window beats
- The sound of rain.
- The source of sorrow is not dried,
- Nor stays the stream of tears,
- But winds on weeping to the sea,
- All down the years.
- For millions come to Golgotha
- To suffer and to die,
- Forsaken in their hour of need,
- And asking, Why?
- Man's Via Crucis never ends,
- Earth's Calvaries increase,
- The world is full of spears and nails,
- But where is Peace?
- Take up Thy Cross and follow Me,
- I am the Way, my son, Via Crucis,
- Via Pacis,
- Meet and are one.
by G.A. Studdert Kennedy
The Unutterable Beauty, Mowbray London
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