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And say: ‘God do this; God do that! -
Make the world better; relieve the sorrows of man; for the sake of Thy
Son,
Oh, forgive all sin! ' Then, having planned out God's work, to feel
Our duty is done.
It is easy to be religious this way-
Easy to pray.
And say: ‘I am He. I am He.
‘Mine the world-burden; mine the sorrows of men; mine the Christ-work
‘To forgive my brother's sin,' and then to live the Christ-part and
never to shirk.
It is hard for you and me
To be religious this way,
Day after day.
Drove Him out with our sermons and creeds, and our endless plaints and
despairs.
He came down over the borders, and Christ, too, came along;
They are looking the whole world over to see just what is wrong.
God has grown weary of hearing His praises sung on earth;
And Jesus is weary of hearing the story about His birth;
And the way to win Their favour, that is surer than any other,
Is to join in a song of Brotherhood and praises of one another.
That nothing is wrong with the world He made; _the wrong is in you and
me_.
He meant the earth for a garden-spot, where mill and factory stand;
Childhood, he meant for growing-time-but look at the toiling band!
Woman was meant for mother and mate-now look at the slaves of lust.
And the good folks shake their heads and say, ‘We must pray to God and
trust. '
God has a billion books of our prayers unopened upon his shelves,
For the things we are begging Him to do, He wants us to do ourselves.
Are one and undividable. Until
We see God shining in each neighbour's face
And find Him in ourselves and hail Him there,
What use is prayer?
Let us be still.
How can we love the whole and not each part?
How worship God, and harbour in the heart
Hate of God's members-for all men are that.
Too long our souls have sat,
Like poor blind beggars at the door of God.
He never made a beggar-we are kings!
The mountain-tops; time that we did the things
We have so long asked God to do.
He waits for you
To look deep in your brother's eyes and see
The God within;
To hear you say ‘Lo, thou art He; Lo, thou art He. '
This is the only way to end all sin,
The difficult, one way.
_A deed without a prayer is a bow-string without an arrow_.
_The heart of a man should be like a quiver full of arrows_,
_And the hand of a man should be like a strong bow strung for action_.
_The heart of a man should keep his arrows ever ascending_,
_And the hand and the mind of a man should keep at a work unending_.
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