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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447506" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The God Who Waits</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old men in the olden days,<br>Who thought and worked in simple ways,<br>Believed in God and sought His praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They looked to God in daily need,<br>He shone in simple, homely deed;<br>They prayed to Him to raise their seed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sowed on mountain side and weald,<br>He steered the plough across the field,<br>He garnered in their harvest yield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if He gave them barren sod,<br>Or smote them with His lightning rod,<br>They yielded humbly to their God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They searched the record of their days<br>To find and mend their evil ways,<br>Which made the wrath of God to blaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if no evil they could find,<br>They did not say, 'Our God is blind,'<br>'God's will be done,' they said, resigned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So played the old their humble part,<br>And lived in peace of soul and heart,<br>Without pretence of Reason's art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But we have lost their simple creed<br>Of simple aim and simple need,<br>Of simple thought and simple deed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their creed has crumbled as their dust,<br>We do not yield their God as just,<br>Now question holds the place of trust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faith blossomed like the Holy Rod,<br>So grew the old men's faith in God.<br>We cannot tread the path they trod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were not born to anchored creed<br>That measures good and evil deed -<br>A guide to those who guidance need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The God the old men hearkened to<br>We left, and in our image drew<br>And fashioned out a God anew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That iron God, who still unfed,<br>Sits throned with lips that dribble red<br>Among the sacrificial dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Belching their flames between the bars,<br>Our fires sweep out like scimitars<br>Across the Eden of the stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And souls are sold and souls are bought,<br>And souls in hellish tortures wrought<br>To feed the mighty juggernaut.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dripping wheels go roaring by<br>And crush and kill us where we lie<br>Blaspheming God with our last cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man's cry to man the heaven fills;<br>We hear not in our marts and mills<br>The silent voices of the hills</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The message of the breathing clay,<br>Calling us through the night and day<br>To come away, to come away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For though old creeds, had we the will,<br>We cannot, lacking faith, fulfil,<br>The God above all creed waits still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For still beyond the city gate,<br>The fallow fields eternal wait<br>For us to drive our furrow straight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Leslie+Coulson">Leslie Coulson</a><div class=q>
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Who thought and worked in simple ways,
Believed in God and sought His praise.

They looked to God in daily need,
He shone in simple, homely deed;
They prayed to Him to raise their seed.

He sowed on mountain side and..."></div>
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