Wednesday in Holy Week

Man’s life is death. Yet Christ endured to live, Preaching and teaching, toiling to and fro, Few men accepting what He yearned to give, Few men with eyes to know His Face, that Face of Love He stooped to show.

Man’s death is life. For Christ endured to die In slow unuttered weariness of pain, A curse and an astonishment, passed by, Pointed at, mocked again By men for whom He shed His Blood—in vain?