Born Again by Delwin Rees Buckner

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Mar 11, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 10.

Born Again

By Delwin Rees Buckner

By Delwin Rees Buckner

When spongy night hours spill their chocolate dyes, Then Nicodemus treads the streets, his face Half-muffled in a mantle to erase Its features, lest betraying, dogging spies, Hired to report his steps, should recognize Him, now en route to the abiding-place Of that One, he feels sure God sent our race To teach it deep, soul-vital mysteries.

He lacks the courage now to face a storm Of hate, nor dreams that, later born again With other heart, by day, with ne'er a fear, He'll kneel beside that Master's mangled form And close with myrrh the wounds his countrymen Have caused, and shed a mourner's parting tear.