Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way
To do the will of Christ, our Lord and Master, day by day;
And with this prayer upon my lips, I knew not that I dreamed,
But suddenly the world of night a pandemonium seemed.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox has an intense spiritual connection to this topic and her two concluding lines are so very powerful: And then I bowed my head in shame, and in contrition cried – ‘Lo, after nineteen hundred years, Christ still is crucified.’
What more is there to say except thank you good Ella. An emotionally charged poem so beautifully written