A child’s kiss
Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad,
A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich,
A sick man helped by the shall make thee strong,
Thou shalt thyself be served,by every sense,
Of service thou hast rendered.
-Elisabeth Barrett Browning
But as he prayed, lo! at his side
Stood the thorn crowned Christ, and sighed
“O blind disciple- came I then
To bless the selfishness of men?
Thou askest health, amid the cry,
of human strain and agony
Thou askest peace, while all around,
Trouble bows thousands to the ground.
Thou askest life for thine and thee,
While others die, thou thankest Me,
For gifts, for pardon, for success,
Fir thine own narrow happiness.