No longer of Him be it said <br />'He hath no place to lay His head.' <br /> <br />In every land a constant lamp <br />Flames by His small and mighty camp. <br /> <br />There is no strange and distant place <br />That is not gladdened by His face. <br /> <br />And every nation kneels to hail <br />The Splendour shining through Its veil. <br /> <br />Cloistered beside the shouting street, <br />Silent, He calls me to His feet. <br /> <br />Imprisoned for His love of me <br />He makes my spirit greatly free. <br /> <br />And through my lips that uttered sin <br />The King of Glory enters in.<br /><br />Alfred Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/citizen-of-the-world-3/
