If he were here, your Master,
And, in inspiring tones,
Bade you go forth to heal and to restore,
Would you not go
With tireless zeal and lighted eye
Content to follow in his way?
Ah! yes. you would.
If she were here, your Leader,
And with discerning eye,
Seeing the potency of Truth divine,
She bade you now to practice what she taught,
Would you not go?
Casting aside the cloak of sloth and fear,
Would you not run upon God's errand?
You know you would.
Awake, awake! The Comforter he promised
And she discerned, is with you now—
Science divine.
The mantle of the prophet falls on your shoulders;
Promised power is yours;
The "greater works" await the doing.
Thrust in the sickle;
White, white is the harvest,
The laborers are few.
In gratitude for all their work and vision,
And with a heart of great compassion,
Practitioner of Love,
Go forth and heal!
Poems
MISSION
From the November 1943 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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