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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 17, 1910

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 87, No. 46.

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One of You

By Anne Porter Johnson

One shall eat bread with Me, even he Who was my friend. On him who walked with me I could rely. Not so; for after all of this, He shall betray his Master with a kiss. “Lord, is it I?”
One shall desert me, while all round about My foes press thick and fast, with taunting shout— “Him crucify!” Alone, forsaken in my hour of pain, I look for human friend in vain. “Lord, is it I?”
One shall be idle, and shall stand All day within the market-place, to my command Make no reply. The noonday sun, with beams so bright, Looks down on harvest-fields so white. “Lord, is it I?”
One shall be thoughtless, and shall take no heed Of those who faint and starve, their need To satisfy. One shall forget that all along the road Are those bowed down beneath their heavy load. “Lord, is it I?”
— Anne Porter Johnson.