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If Christ Came Questioning

    By Ella Wheeler Wilcox



    If Christ came questioning His world to-day,
    (If Christ came questioning,)
    'What hast thou done to glorify thy God,
    Since last My feet this lower earth plane trod?'
    How could I answer Him; and in what way
    One evidence of my allegiance bring;
    If Christ came questioning.

    If Christ came questioning, to me alone,
    (If Christ came questioning,)
    I could not point to any church or shrine
    And say, 'I helped build up this house of Thine;
    Behold the altar, and the corner stone';
    I could not show one proof of such a thing;
    If Christ came questioning.

    If Christ came questioning, on His demand,
    (If Christ came questioning,)
    No pagan soul converted to His creed
    Could I proclaim; or say, that word or deed
    Of mine, had spread the faith in any land;
    Or sent it forth, to fly on stronger wing;
    If Christ came questioning.

    If Christ came questioning the soul of me,
    (If Christ came questioning,)
    I could but answer, 'Lord, my little part
    Has been to beat the metal of my heart,
    Into the shape I thought most fit for Thee;
    And at Thy feet, to cast the offering;
    Shouldst Thou come questioning.

    'From out the earth-fed furnaces of desire,
    (Ere Thou cam'st questioning,)
    This formless and unfinished gift I brought,
    And on life's anvil flung it down, white hot:
    A glowing thing, of selfishness and fire,
    With blow on blow, I made the anvil ring;
    (Ere Thou cam'st questioning).

    'The hammer, Self-Control, beat hard on it;
    (Ere Thou cam'st questioning,)
    And with each blow, rose fiery sparks of pain;
    I bear their scars, on body, soul, and brain.
    Long, long I toiled; and yet, dear Lord, unfit,
    And all unworthy, is the heart I bring,
    To meet Thy questioning.'



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