Poems (Coolidge)/The Home in Bethany
THE HOME IN BETHANY
Around it memories sacred forevermore shall twine, Those needs so purely human, those graces most divine; We long to serve with Martha, or else all joy complete, If only we, with Mary, might sit at Jesus' feet.
O soul, do thou but hearken! He passeth by e'en now; Anoint with love and pity that thorn-encircled brow; He yearneth for thy friendship, without the world's chill, And thou canst bid Him welcome, for He is knocking still.
Thou ever mayst confess Him, a sneering world before; When others would revile Him, the Nazarene adore; Aweary, still He pleadeth, oh, give Him of thy best And in thy very heart-depths make Him the honored guest.