From his lips
Truth limpid, without error, flowed. Disease
Fled from his touch. Pain heard him, and was not.
Despair smiled in his presence. Devils knew
And trembled. In the omnipotence of faith,
Unintermittent, indefectible,
Leaning upon his Father's might, he bent
All nature to his will. The tempest sank,
He whispering, into waveless calm. The bread,
Given from his hands, fed thousands, and to spare.
The stormy waters, as the solid rock,
Were pavement for his footsteps. Death itself,
With vain reluctance, yielded up its prey
To the stern mandate of the Prince of Life.
Poems
MINISTRY OF JESUS
From the October 1888 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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