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THE WORLD'S BIBLE
After writing the post this morning about how we should be Christ's "footstool" and the revelation of Who He is to our family and those around us, I thought of this lovely poem written by Annie Johnson Flint. I used to recite this poem many years ago.
Christ has no hands but our hands to do His work today;
He has no feet but our feet to lead men in His way;
He has no tongue but our tongues to tell men how He died;
He has no help but our help to bring them to His side.
We are the only Bible the careless world will read;
We are the sinner's gospel, we are the scoffer's creed;
We are the Lord's last message, given in deed and word;
What if the type is crooked? What if the print is blurred?
What if our hands are busy with other work than His?
What if our feet are walking where sin's allurement is?
What if our tongues are speaking of things His lips would spurn?
How can we hope to help Him and hasten His return?
~ Annie Johnson Flint
