Jehovah, Jesus, and each soul in space
Are one and undividable. Until
We see God shining in each neighbour’s face
And find Him in ourselves and hail Him there,
What use is prayer?
Let us be still.
How can we love the whole and not each part?
How worship God, and harbour in the heart
Hate of God’s members—for all men are that.
Too long our souls have sat,
Like poor blind beggars at the door of God.
He never made a beggar—we are kings!
Let us rise up, for it is time we trod
The mountain-tops; time that we did the things
We have so long asked God to do.
He waits for you
To look deep in your brother’s eyes and see
The God within;
To hear you say ‘Lo, thou art He; Lo, thou art He.’
This is the only way to end all sin,
The difficult, one way.