GRAINS OF GOLD.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XLIII, Issue 1, 6 January 1916, Page 3

GRAINS OF GOLD.

MY CRUCIFIX. A- little metal crucifix, As plain as it can be. But only God in heaven knows How dear it is to me. I have it always with me, In every step I take At evening when I slumber, At morning when I wake In bright or cloudy weather, In sunshine or in rain; . In happiness or sorrow, - In pleasure or in pain. It helps me .in my struggles, It reproves when I sin Its look of gentle patience Rebukes the strife within. In days of pain and anguish. The greatest help I knew. Was to hold that little crucifix . Until I calmer grew; And looking on that Figure, Which hung in patience there, I saw the dreadful torture Which He, in love did bear. His ■ feet are .nailed together, His loving arms outspread, And blood is dropping slowly Down from His thorn-crowned head. And how could I, then, murmur, Or bitterly complain, When love for me induced Him To undergo such pain ? So when the time' approaches •’ ; ■ When I shall have to die, I hope that little crucifix . Will close beside me lie; - /’/ That the Holy Name of Jesus, May be -the last , I say, -.- And kissing that dear crucifix" • . My soul may pass- away.