It is easy to stand in the pulpit or in the closet to kneel
And say--"God do this; God do that--
Make the world better; relieve the sorrows of man; for the sake of Thy Son
Oh, forgive all sin." Then having planned out God's work, to feel
Our duty is done.
It is easy to be religious this way.
Easy to pray.
It is harder to stand on the highway, or walk in the crowded mart;
And say "I am He; I am He;
Mine the world burden; mine the sorrows of men; mine is the Christ work
To forgive my brother's sin; and then to live the Christ part
And never to shirk."
It is hard for you and me
To be religious this way.
Day after day.
But God is no longer in Heaven; we drove Him out with our prayers;
Jehovah, Jesus, and each soul in space
Are one, and undividable: Until
We see God shining in each neighbor's face
And find Him in ourselves and hail Him there,
Let us be still.
What use is prayer?
How can we love the whole, and not each part?
How worship God, and harbor in the heart
Hate of God's members? (for all men are that.)
Too long our souls have sat,
Like poor blind beggars at the door of God
He never made a beggar--We are kings!
Let us rise up, for it is time we trod
The mountain tops; time that we did the things
We have so long asked God to do.
He waits for you
To look deep in your brother's eyes and see
The God within;
To hear you say "Lo, thou art, thou art He."
This is the only way to end all sin.
The difficult, one way.
A prayer without a deed is an arrow without a bow-string;
World Voices by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York : Hearst's International Library Company 1916.
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