The Story of Two Speeches
An eloquent word - for the Master,
Yet half for the speaker, too;
For he sought as his gain the praises of men
And not the good he might do.
So the angels sadly left it,
And for all of its lofty sound,
Men tossed it awhile to and fro with a smile,
And then let it fall to the ground,
A stammering word for the Master, -
Blundering, timid, and slow;
But the best he could do, for his purpose was true,
But his heart was a-thumping so.
Yet the angels seized it and bore it
On pinions happy and strong,
And made it a sword in the war of the Lord,
The struggle of right against wrong.
For the battle is not to the giant,
The race is not to the fleet,
And an armor of might for the bitterest fight
Is found at the Savior’s feet.
And thrones in the highest heaven,
And the laud of the seraphim.
Are for weak ones that dare follow Christ anywhere,
Yea, venture to fall - for Him.
by Author Unknown
An eloquent word - for the Master,
Yet half for the speaker, too;
For he sought as his gain the praises of men
And not the good he might do.
So the angels sadly left it,
And for all of its lofty sound,
Men tossed it awhile to and fro with a smile,
And then let it fall to the ground,
A stammering word for the Master, -
Blundering, timid, and slow;
But the best he could do, for his purpose was true,
But his heart was a-thumping so.
Yet the angels seized it and bore it
On pinions happy and strong,
And made it a sword in the war of the Lord,
The struggle of right against wrong.
For the battle is not to the giant,
The race is not to the fleet,
And an armor of might for the bitterest fight
Is found at the Savior’s feet.
And thrones in the highest heaven,
And the laud of the seraphim.
Are for weak ones that dare follow Christ anywhere,
Yea, venture to fall - for Him.
by Author Unknown
