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Carrying Christ By Ruth Mary Fox Into the hillside country Mary went Carrying Christ, and all along the road The Christ she carried generously bestowed His grace on those she met. She had not meant To tell she carried Christ. She was content To hide His love for her. But about her glowed Such joy that into stony hearts love flowed, And even to the unborn John Christ’s grace was sent. Christ in His Sacrament of love each day Swells in my soul a little space and then I walk life’s crowded highway, jostling men Who seldom think of God. To these I pray That I may carry Christ, for it may be Some would not know of Him except through me. |