Not Words Alone

Not every man who cries: “Lord, Lord!”
Shall see his Master’s face.
Not every man who prays aloud
In crowded, public place
Shall share in Heaven’s boundless grace.
But only he whose hand extends,
Alike to enemies and friends,
In kindness and in sympathy,
In comfort and in brotherhood,
Shall know how really just and good
The Father of all mankind is.
Only the quiet, gentle ones,
Who in the darkness kneel,
With heads bowed low, shall feel
His breath upon their cheeks,
Shall know fulfillment of the love
Man’s searching heart forever seeks.
It matters not how loud the earth-bound pleads,
God’s saints are measured not by words, but deeds!