Thou art the Way, dear Christ, by which we walk!
A thorny way to sense, yet strewn with flowers
For those who falter not, nor turn aside
In search of broader paths and heedless hours.
Thou art the vine, and we the branches are.
And as we closely cling, we learn of thee
To bring forth golden fruits of health and peace,
And find the road to endless harmony.
Thou art the door through which God's children pass,
To dwell in realms of joy and radiant light;
Where good alone is king, and Love is All,
And angel-thoughts dispel the darkling night.
