OUT OF TOUCH Only a smile, yes, only a smile, That a woman o'er burdened with grief Expected from you. 'Twoulcl have given relief For her heart ached sore the while: But weary and cheerless she went away, Because, as it happened, that very day You were out of touch with your Lord. Only a word, yes, only a word, That the Spirit's small voice whis pered, "Speak;" But the workers passed onward, un blessed and weak, Whom you were meant to have stirred To courage, devotion and love anew, Because, when the message came to you, You were out of touch with your Lord. Only a note, yes, only a note, For a friend in a distant land; The Spirit said, "W rite," but then you had planned Some different work, and you thought It mattered little, you did not know 'Twould have saved a soul from sin and woe; You were out of touch with your Lord. Only a song, yes, only a song, That the Spirit said, "Sing to-night— Thy voice is thy Master's by purchased right;" But you thought, " 'Mid this motley throng I care not to sing of the City of Gold." And the heart that your words might have reached grew cold; You were out of touch with your Lord. Only a day, yes, only a day! But, how can you guess, my friend, Where the influence reaches, and where it will end Of the hours that you frittered away? The Master's command is, "Abide in Me" And fruitless and vain will your serv ice be, If out of touch with your Lord. — Jean H. Watson
M A R Y 'S M ISTAKE
Mary had a little boy, His soul was white as snow; Who never went to Sunday school, For Mary did not go. He never heard about the Lord To wake his childish mind; While others went to Sunday school This child was left behind. But as he grew from babe to youth She saw to her dismay, The soul that once was snowy-white Become a dingy gray. At last she saw that he was lost, And tried to win him back; But now the soul that once was white Had turned an ugly black. She even started back to church And Bible study too; She begged the preacher, "Is there not A thing that you can do?" He tried and failed, and answered her, And so another soul was lost Which once was white as snow; He could have gone to Sunday school But Mary wouldn't go. PATHW AY OF PEACE The Path of Peace, you want to find? Turn right, off Lane Despair— To Calvary; keep this in mind: You climb the hill that's there. It's rugged, steep, but Jesus too, Once climbed it long ago To die for us— yes, that means you: The Bible says it's so. Then seeing Calvary, you pray; Ask pardon for your sins, W ith faith in Christ you're on your way, The Path of Peace begins! — Esther Belle Heins "We're just too far behind, I tried to tell you years ago But you would pay no mind."
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