Show J I g t Q Q o of i e. h hI C 1 O I cannot think or reason I only know He came With hands and feet of healing And wild heart all aflame With eyes that dimmed and softened At all the things He saw And in His pillared singing I read the marching Law I only know He loves me me Enfolds and understands understands- And oh His Ills heart that holds me And oh ob His Ills certain hands The Man the Christ the Soldier Who from His cross of pain Cried to the dying comrade Lad we shall meet again By By Willard Wattles |