"Let not your heart be troubled," Jesus said,
And told them why. He pointed to a flower,
Growing in gladness through a summer hour.
He showed them how five thousand could be fed
With two small fishes—a few loaves of bread;
How the white radiance of heavenly power
Could cleanse the caves where unclean spirits cower,
On angry, tossing waves sweet calm could spread.
And other things he taught. With but a word,
"Lazarus, come forth," he bade his friend arise.
A woman, bowed for years, his message heard;
The dumb and blind cried out their glad surprise.
But with his last great prayer, "Father, forgive,"
He taught the way to love, the way to live.
