• Author: Stockton, N. Allen
• Editor: B-7413
• Newspaper: The Umpire volume 6
• Page Number:
• Date: 11 7 1917
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• poetry

“VIA CRUCIS”

Sometimes distraught we may not understand The ways by which God leads His chosen ones; When want and famine stalked through all the land Down into Egypt Jacob sent his sons.

They came in need to buy a little grain Which Joseph’s care had providentially stored; Those guilty ones who bore the curse of Cain Bowed humbly at the feet of Egypt’s lord. So they whom Joseph saw in dreams as stars Did homage to the brother they had sold, But slavery and Pharaoh’s prison bars Had failed to make a brother’s heart grow cold.

To them unknown—he had the power to save Or recompense the evil they had done; Like one who bursts the shackles of a slave He broke the bonds of hate and mercy won.

So in the realm of spirit we are led To stores of blessings God will open wide; Yes, even those whose hands are crimson red Are saved by Him whom they have crucified.

N. Allen Stockton.