Pastor H F Walters

I forgave them, the anointed flock, rinse them And wash them, and put them back To wear your robe, your borrowed diadem Walk to Golgotha with curse at their back I forgave them For they never felt the fire, knew no heat You covered them Before they made a prince to walk the street O could they know black faith coming back, come back O could they tell the deluge And see the white robes above it, coming back Into the brambled tents, the host of refuge They would forgive Had they known you, the cross before the throne They would forgive Their erring pride in one who walked alone O Christ, what jealousy consume our faint name In ignorance cage castling Curtains of glory from tattered rags of shame What cattle blind in jostling I forgave them For by these words they know again your heart You forgave them Long ere they forget or love flew apart