GRAINS OF GOLD

New Zealand Tablet, Volume LII, Issue 7, 25 February 1925, Page 3

GRAINS OF GOLD

VOCATION. Beaten and sore I sought within the church, Dim with rich color where the red light $ glows, To ease, my tortured spirit of its pain Behold I Oh Lord, I, cried, my countless ■ woes. . Then from the brazen crucifix on high The weary face of Christ bent down and |V smiled, ■■-"■■ ■ “Thou art my best beloved, my chosen one,” he said, “And thou must walk with me beneath the ,|;£' olive trees, my child.” • s'¥■. . Jean Dobe.