In the Street by L. D. SANTEE

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 28, 1910

In the Street

By L. D. SANTEE

“Son, go work to-day in my vineyard.” Matt. 21:28.

L. D. SANTEE

AROUND me, before me, behind me, I am meeting with many a face, And the tears fill my eyes till they blind me, For on each one has sorrow left trace; For many the eyes that look weary, And the face that is shadowed with care: Their lives may be loveless and dreary, And their burdens heavy to bear.

We meet, and we pass, we are strangers, And perhaps we shall meet not again. For each life is shadowed with danger, And each joy is mingled with pain.

I can see a weariness showing In the tread of the hurrying feet, And my heart is with pity overflowing For those that I pass in the street.

And I wonder how many have treasures Laid up in the kingdom above, And how many find their chief pleasure In trusting in Christ and his love, And how many ne’er have been given The light to the Christian allowed, That have no knowledge of heaven, Of those that I meet in the crowd.

Around me, before me, behind me, I am meeting with many a face, But the tears cease to flow, that did blind me, As I think that Christ and his grace Is offering salvation to many, To those who are stricken and bowed, And I ask myself oft, Are there any That I can help here in the crowd?

Moline, Ill.