Come back, O Christ!

Great are, O nation of the West,
Your skill in arms, your trade, your creeds:

But where is he of golden deeds, —
Where is the Christ that giveth rest?

You shout and shoot, you march to kill:
You study nature to destroy:
Your trade and creeds to treat on Joy:
Where is the Christ who came to thrill?

We weary of your wars and strife,
We weary of your aerial roar:
the Christ of Love we still adore:
The Christ who gave to dead men life!

Where is the Christ who ever blessed
And taught the holy prayer of Love
Which still the angels sing above?
Come back, O Christ! The world is bled!

		— Sadhu T.L. Vaswani