Priscilla Leonard writes this verse on Christ’s method of establishing
His reign:
Kings choose their soldiers from the strong and sound
And hurl them forth to battle at command.
Across the centuries, o’er sea and land,
Age after age, the shouts of war resound;
Yet, at the end, the whole wide world around,
Each empty empire, once so proudly planned,
Melts through Time’s fingers like the dropping sand.
But once a King--despised, forsaken, crowned
Only with thorns--chose in the face of loss
Earth’s poor, her weak, her outcast, gave them love,
And sent them forth to conquer in His name
The world that crucified Him, and proclaim
His empire. Lo! Pride’s vanished thrones above
Behold the enduring banner of the cross!
(Text.)--_The Outlook._
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