Compassion
STELLA
L. MYATT
He
was the friend of publicans and sinners,
He walked among the
lowly and the meek;
He
healed the lepers in their unclean raiment,
He to the outcast loving
words did speak.
The
little children smiled in fearless wonder
As tenderly he blessed
their innocence,
And
sinful women came in supplication;
Nor did he scorn their
tears, nor drive them thence.
With
tender words of infinite compassion
He gave the widow back
her only son;
He
raised again the ruler's little daughter;
He smote the hosts of
evil one by one.
The
blind who sought him longing by the wayside,
With cry for light and
faithful prayer that healed,
The
dumb, the lame, the palsied — all responded
To that great fount of
tender love unsealed.
Dear
Father, as I walk among Thy children,
Oh, may I emulate his
gentle mien;
May
I reflect that wonderful compassion,
The truth that heals and
maketh all things clean.
Oh,
may I cheer some heart that's sad and lonely,
By singing of that Love
which maketh free;
Oh,
may I ever follow in his footsteps,
The people's friend, the
Man of Galilee.
"Compassion"
by Stella L. Myatt
Christian Science
Sentinel, August 22, 1925
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