Saturday, 28 February 2009


He raised the dead: advancing into Nain
He saw them carry the bier out of the gate;
He saw the mother, widowed and desolate,
And He was moved with pity, love and grace.
He touched the bier ‑ a touch of potency ‑
And when it stopped His word was "Youth, awake!"
‑ Death had to bend to power that was so great;
And willingly He went to touch the maid:
He cleared the feigning mourners out of the place
And with His few moved quickly and displayed
Mercy and power touching her where she lay,
Restoring her ‑ "her parents were amazed."

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