| The Golden Gate of Prayer |
Chapter 6 |
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This is our King. He was one of us in his earthly revealing. He was lowly and humble, moving among the people with infinite gentleness. Yet divine love filled his heart and wrought itself out in every touch of his hand, until at last that hand was nailed on the cross.
“His hand was rough, and his hand was hard,
for he wrought in wood, in Nazareth town;
With nought of worship, with no regard,
In the village street he went up and down.
“His hand was rough, but its touch was light,
As it lay on the eyes of him born blind;
Or strake sick folk in its healing might,
And gave back joy to the hearts that pined.
“His hand was hard, but they spiked it fast
To the splintering wood of the cursed tree;
And he hung in the sight of the world at last
In his shame. And the blood trickled free.”
The King desires to reign in us. His name is Love. No reign of the gentlest sovereign on earth was ever so beneficent, so gracious, as the sway of him who desires to be our King, and who craves of us that we submit ourself to him.
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