t the cold night air on His Face.

A GREAT sadness had overcome Him.

GOD had reflected a corner of Heaven to men on Earth--
and they did not pause in pleasure or in sorrow--
no one felt the beauty of those mountains.

HE stood alone by the lake--
again looked into its depths--

WHAT peace--what beauty--

DOWN below--
men grappled with death
not beautiful death
but hatred--lust--filled their souls.

THEY killed--were killed----

THE agonizing sorrow of Gethsemane again swept
over Christ, as He stood by the Lake
and wondered if men would ever be worthy of the
gift of life--
if they would ever make it beautiful--and not
terrible--

THEY were endowed with a certain freedom--
they used it to make wars--
to think of barbarous machines that would kill and
torture--

THE fiendish cries of battle were in the great valley
below--

CANNONS roared
and flashed a red glare into the sky--

TEARS filled His eyes as He thought of the unprepared
souls which were being hurled into Eternity--
on both sides of the battle line--

THE broken homes--

HIS heart was breaking in sorrow for the people He
loved so well--

MOON streaks were playing on the water--

THE cold night air blew through the trees.

CHRIST wept--
men surely were not worthy of life--
of the beauty which filled the world--

HE turned away--
and still hearing the noise of battle--
walked under the pines--

HE came upon a small cabin--
sheltered by tall trees--
the roof was covered by fallen leaves--
a light shone from the window.

INSIDE--a babe slept in its cradle--
and the mother gently rocked it--
singing a soft lullaby--

HER thoughts were with him, in the valley below--
battling in the iron clutch of war--

SCARCELY knowing for what--or for whom he
fought--

SHE kissed her babe
and knelt down before its cradle--

OH Christ--
help me in my hour of need.
protect him--
protect my child--

* * * * *

THE sorrow of Christ had gone--

THE mother's soul leaned to Him--
for help--
unconsciously she had helped Him--
on that night of beauty in the mountains--
when below--the world was being torn--ravaged--

THE noise of battle died away from Him--

HE heard only the prayer--
the soft breathing of the child and the whispering of
the trees--

HE gathered the mother's prayer into His heart
and blessed her as He walked away

YES--men were worthy--
this hysteria of war would pass

PEACE an