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Show The Liglut of 'the World By HARRISON R. MERRILL "I am the light of the world," The Savior calmly said; But those who had no faith Beheld no halo round His head. ''He's only Joseph's son," , His neighbors said with vim; "He's but a carpenter; ' Why make so much of Him?" The years passed quickly by, The Carpenter was slain; Priests, kings and potentates Smiled grimly at' His pain. "The world's bright light is gone," They mocked "it's crucified; The earth's in darkness now This Nazarene has died. "The sun still shines; the stars Return each cloudless night; The Light of the world, indeed? Our actions were just right. He's dead the Light's gone out, And sure within a year No one except his friends Will know that Christ was here!" Again the years rolled by, And from that hallowed ground A light began to glow On all the the country round; That lowly Nazarene Had from the light above Brought one immortal spark Which, He said, was love. The priests, the kings, who mocked Today are held in scorn Not quite, for with true love v orgivness, too was born. "Peace iind good will," the angels sang, Rejoicing at that birth; Tonight His light will shine Around the Christian earth. |