Madonna and Child by Geo. McCready Price

Pacific Press Publishing Association

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 34, No. 15.

Madonna and Child.

By Geo. McCready Price

O SACRED Form! why didst Thou come to earth In this poor, helpless way, and hush the harps Of millions there at this strange act of love? Why make Thyself an exile for long years Of toil and pain, with that last act Ever before Thy vision as a goal? And did th’ Almighty Father sanction this, Placing Thee here where Thy fell foe hath reigned For long millenniums? Was there no way Save this that Wisdom infinite could find To win the ruined race, and yet be just?

Who now dare say that evil doth inhere In nature’s self, implanted thus by God, Helpless or careless of its dire results? The creature’s or the Creator’s fault It surely is; but holy Bethlehem Cries protest ’gainst the heathen, hellish lie That makes it man’s misfortune, not his fault, That sin and evil dog his every step.

Who says this holy drama was evolved From an ape’s brain? Who dare maintain the lie Before this Form, and trace Its crimsoned steps While winding up the way to Calvary? Up from the depths of hell there never came A stronger proof of sin’s foul blight than this Black, damned libel on the spotless One. GEO. MCCREADY PRICE.