Christ has no hands but our hands To do his work today; He has no feet but our feet To lead men in his way; He has no tongue but our tongues To tell men how he died; He has no help but our help To bring them to his side. We are the only Bible The careless world will read; We are the sinner's gospel, We are the scoffer's creed; We are the Lord's last message Given in deed and word— What if the line is crooked? What if the type is blurred? What if our hands are busy With other work than his? What if our feet are walking Where sin's allurement is? What if our tongues are speaking Of things his lips would spurn? How can we hope to help him Unless from him we learn? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY THE BIRDS: THE WEDDING CHANT by ARISTOPHANES SONNET FROM JAPAN: 1. THE SPELL by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER |