She had scarce finished When the man at solitaire threw down the deck And make a whacking noise and rose and came Around in front of us and stood and looked The old man and old woman over, me He studied too. Then in an organ voice: "Is there a single verse in the New Testament That hasn't sprouted one church anyway, Letting alone the verses that have sprouted Two, three or four or five? I know of one: Where is it that it says that "Jesus wept"? Let's found a church on that verse, "Jesus wept." With that he went out in the rain and slammed The door behind him. The old clergyman Had fallen asleep. His wife looked up and said, "That man is crazy, ain't he? I'm afraid." THE BISHOP'S DREAM OF THE HOLY SEPULCHRE A lassie sells the War Cry on the corner And the big drum booms, and the raucous brass horns Mingle with the cymbals and the silver triangle. I stand a moment listening, then my friend Who studies all religions, finds a wonder In orphic spectacles like this, lays hold Upon my arm and draws me to a door Through which we look and see a room of seats, A platform at the end, a table on it, And signs upon the wall, "Jesus is Waiting," And "God is Love." We enter, take a seat. The band comes in and fills the room to bursting With horns and drums. They cease and feet are heard, The crowd has followed, half the seats are full. After a prayer, a song, the captain mounts The platform by the table and begins: "Praise God so many girls are here to-night, And Sister Trickey, by the grace of God Saved from the wrath to come, will speak to you." So Sister Trickey steps upon the platform, A woman nearing forty, one would say. Blue-eyed, fair skinned, and yellow haired, a figure Once trim enough, no doubt, grown stout at last. She was a pretty woman in her time, 'Twas plain to see. A shrewd intelligence From living in the world shines in her face. We settle down to hear from Sister Trickey And in a moment she begins: "Young girls: I thank the Lord for Jesus, for he saved me, I thank the Lord for Jesus every hour. No woman ever stained with redder sins. Had greater grace than mine. Praise God for Jesus! Praise God for blood that washes sins away! I was a woman fallen till Lord Jesus Forgave me, helped me up and made me clean. My name is Lilah Trickey. Let me tell you How music was my tempter. Oh, you girls, If there be one before me who can sing Beware the devil and beware your voice That it be used for Jesus, not for Satan."