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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384429" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If Christ Came Questioning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384429" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If Christ came questioning His world to-day, <br>(If Christ came questioning,) <br>'What hast thou done to glorify thy God, <br>Since last My feet this lower earth plane trod?' <br>How could I answer Him; and in what way <br>One evidence of my allegiance bring; <br>If Christ came questioning. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384429" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If Christ came questioning, to me alone, <br>(If Christ came questioning,) <br>I could not point to any church or shrine <br>And say, 'I helped build up this house of Thine; <br>Behold the altar, and the corner stone'; <br>I could not show one proof of such a thing; <br>If Christ came questioning. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384429" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If Christ came questioning, on His demand, <br>(If Christ came questioning,) <br>No pagan soul converted to His creed <br>Could I proclaim; or say, that word or deed <br>Of mine, had spread the faith in any land; <br>Or sent it forth, to fly on stronger wing; <br>If Christ came questioning. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384429" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If Christ came questioning the soul of me, <br>(If Christ came questioning,) <br>I could but answer, 'Lord, my little part <br>Has been to beat the metal of my heart, <br>Into the shape I thought most fit for Thee; <br>And at Thy feet, to cast the offering; <br>Shouldst Thou come questioning. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384429" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'From out the earth-fed furnaces of desire, <br>(Ere Thou cam'st questioning,) <br>This formless and unfinished gift I brought, <br>And on life's anvil flung it down, white hot: <br>A glowing thing, of selfishness and fire, <br>With blow on blow, I made the anvil ring; <br>(Ere Thou cam'st questioning). </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384429" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'The hammer, Self-Control, beat hard on it; <br>(Ere Thou cam'st questioning,) <br>And with each blow, rose fiery sparks of pain; <br>I bear their scars, on body, soul, and brain. <br>Long, long I toiled; and yet, dear Lord, unfit, <br>And all unworthy, is the heart I bring, <br>To meet Thy questioning.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a></strong></div>

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