It is not, Lord, that we would bring You down,
Take hold of holy things with hasty hand
And bear them low, and lower, till they reach
That sunken place, where unrepentant stand
The sons of men.
It is not, Lord, that we would force men’s faith,
And in unconsecrated bread and wine
Bring You to them, and press unwilling lips
To taste, at least, communion divine.
It is not, Lord, that we would lure men to
Their highest good, or coax them to the cross,
Or bribe them with the promise of great gain,
Flaunting the profit, covering the loss.
But we would lift You up, that seeing You
Men shall be drawn to leave their self-made slum,
And toss their tawdry treasures to the dust,
And claim their right, through Your power, to become
The sons of God.
John Gowans, O Lord Not More Verse!