JESUS CHRIST they chased away <br />Comes again another day. <br />Could they do without Him then <br />His poor lost unhappy men? <br />He returns and is revealed <br />In the trenches and the field. <br /> <br /> <br />Where the dead lie thick He goes, <br />Where the brown earth's red as a rose, <br />He who walked the waters wide <br />Treads the wine-press, purple-dyed, <br />Stoops, and bids the piteous slain <br />That they rise with Him again. <br /> <br /> <br />To His breast and in his cloak <br />Bears the younglings of the flock: <br />Calls His poor sheep to come home <br />And His sheep rise up and come. <br />They shall rest by a clear pool <br />'Mid the pastures beautiful! <br /> <br /> <br />Jesus Christ they chased away <br />Has come back another day.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fields-of-france/
