Gently it came—the first soft glow of dawn—
And then the fringe of dark was lifted.
Within the stillness of that early hour
My thought was stirred;
I heard again the words the Master spoke:
"He that hath seen me hath seen the Father."
What was the meaning of those thought-provoking words?
It could not be the mortal self of which he spoke.
I prayed to know.
Then Love's sweet answering came;
It seemed like some low prelude to a symphony,
Rising so crystalline and clear,
So filled with lyric beauty
That it wrapped my heart in peace
And holy calm.
I thought of all the sick that he had healed,
The broken lives made sweet and whole again;
A stormy sea made still;
The hungry fed.
Surely no mortal man could do these mighty deeds.
And then I knew:
So pure his life, so selfless every thought;
So stainless was the path he daily trod
That little children could look up
And see expressed the tenderness of God.
