WITHOUT A PENTECOST
As long as pilgrims of this earth,
Can turn from wars and things,
To celebrate a baby’s birth,
And know the joy he brings;
As long as through the halls of death,
Where grieving millions grope,
Men catch the glad, victorious breath,
Of Easter’s shining hope;
Let men recall an upper room,
Warm hearts and eager feet,
That sped to light a world of gloom.
The news they bore, how sweet!
Would Christmas, Easter, not be lost,
Indeed, without a Pentecost? From Berniece Hall, Protestant Outlook, Griffiss AFB, Rome, New York
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