The MACCABAEAN
AUGUST, 1914
The Last Word
[PROPHETIC]
The Lord hath sent me here to you,For he hath seen that you are few;His eyes have seen your sad decay,How fast you aged from day to day;The hand of vengeance did relent,The eye of Justice softer grew,Repenting of his stern intent,The Lord hath brought me here to you.
Thus spake the Lord unto me: Lo, This burden I no more can bear; Wring from their heart a groan of woe, Force also from their eye a tear; And heavy be the tear and bitter, And thunderous their final groan, That earth shall shake, and at her quake The evil pow’rs be overthrown.
Obedient, I rose and went, My path was strewn with many stones; One thought, one feeling urged me on, And deeply burned within my bones: That you by brutish beasts were rent With no one to relieve your groans. I went to help you to be freed, I thought you were in fearful need; The Lord hath burdened me with heart Which unto others' torture turneth, That suffers for another's smart,. In everyone's Gehenna burneth!