It seemed to me as though 'Is face. Along with it, the secularism that we know now first took real shape, the old-established churches never really got their confidence back, and the indifference — not actual hostility, but just disconnected indifference to Christianity — which Studdert Kennedy so movingly portrays in this poem became rooted. Bread of Thy Body give me for my fighting, Give me to drink Thy Sacred Blood for wine. Pierced by His pain the storm-clouds roll apart, Rings o'er the earth the message of the morning, Still on the Cross the Saviour bares His heart. But that Peace may shine about her, As the sea shines round her shores. She still can take and lead Him bound To some poor altar place. The vehicle of every thought, The Spirit that our God bestows, The mystery that loves and knows.
Why then should there be set Before our eyes these monuments of crime? They have one mind for the sanctuary and another for the street. On the outbreak of World War I, Studdert Kennedy volunteered as a chaplain to the army on the Western Front, where he gained the nickname 'Woodbine Willie'. It is always disastrous for man to attempt to put asunder those whom God has made one, and there is no divorce more morally disastrous than that between the reformer and the revivalist -- the divorce between the men, who, through Christ, are endeavoring to pour new life into the world, and those who are endeavoring to change the world so as to make it a fitting environment for and expression of that life. This volume is issued in answer to many requests for a collected edition of his rhymes and poems. As far as signs from sacraments, As Pharisees from Saints, As far as love from friendship is, As reason is from Truth, 52 As far as laughter is from joy, And early years from youth, As far as love from shining eyes, As passion from a kiss, So far is God from God's green earth.
And that reminds me I have something here He wore : He gave it me that night, 19 But because my heart was sore With grief, I have not dared to look at it. And Life so full of danger, An adventure wild, Wherein I stand to gain or lose So much. These views are apparent in his poetry, which proved very popular both across the front and in Britain, and turned Father Geoffrey Studdert Kennedy into a household name. Go back to your parish and do some evening visiting, and you will find specimens in every street. Geoffrey Studdert Kennedy speaking at Tredegar during an Industrial Christian Fellowship Crusade in 1928. He is the door By which we enter in To wonderland.
O God, if that be life. Trees , At the Eucharist Judgment My Peace I give unto you Easter Right is Might Man's Soul A Song of the Desert Come unto Me Two Worlds , Wait. There 's wailing of wind in the chimney nook. I also believe that Studdert Kennedy is drawing upon a tradition of these kinds of poems that are also seen in the ouevres of George MacDonald and E. I expect not only the smoke, but the kind of smoke offered by this toff, made the gift more memorable. And back to my 'ead again! To the shores that God has kissed.
And nothin' could be 'id, 'E 'ad it all i' black and white. With tears that seemed to shine. Our Padre were a solemn bloke, We called 'im dismal Jim. There is only one spiritual life, and that is the sacramental life -- sacramental in its fullest, its widest, and its deepest sense, which means the consecration of the whole man and all his human relationships to God. Yet I found a sense that this was a man who was not willing to accept the status quo nor give in to an easy evangelizing. The flying spray hissed cowardice, and it was dead, cold dead. To sup From golden goblets With young stars The nectar of eternity.
Before Him all created things Do bow them and obey, The million stars that night by night Wheel down the Milky Way. We 've seen men die. Uniform with the above, bat bound in clotb, 2s. She holds the people's hearts, and leaves To Him — the mumbling priests. Which makes my angel weep, That underworld whence lusts and lies Like vermin, crawl and creep Across my visions and my prayers.
And new ones hired with no fresh cost at all, Because they die or weaken in their work. . As far as meaning is from speech, As beauty from a rose, As far as music is from sound. Damn and blast these blinkin' 'Uns! A milHon forces, Purposeless and blind. He received the Military Cross in 1917 for conspicuous gallantry and devotion to duty during the attack on Messines Ridge on the Somme. Jack, Put my tunic underneath 'im, 'Ow 's that, chummy? There may be rest for Thee My God, but not for me. He was born in Leeds in 1883, the seventh of nine children born to Jeanette Anketell and William Studdert Kennedy, a vicar in Leeds.
He bids us love our enemies. Whenever people seek to know And ask the reason why. There is only one spiritual life, and that is the sacramental life — sacramental in its fullest, its widest, and its deepest sense, which means the consecration of the whole man and all his human relationships to God. There 's no such thing as thought Which does not feel, if it be real thought And not thought's ghost — all pale and sicklied o'er With dead conventions — abstract truth — man's lie Upon this living, loving, suff'ring Truth, That pleads and pulses in my very veins. Why then should we stand thus, ashamed. He was born in Leeds, where his father was a vicar in a Church of England church.
I thought as ye 'd taught me that God were dead, But ye 've brought 'Im to life again. As he saw the suffering and the pain of war, he decided that he needed a way to capture the experience of the men at the front. Can't you hear their voices calling you to join the host and fight For the God who marches on? But for this One Child of God, who knew That childhood's sweetest dreams come true, 14 And was their Truth. How far above yon snowy peaks Do His white angels stand? And we find it — for Thy glory is the glory of Love's loss, And Thou hast no other splendour but the splen- dour of the Cross. Again — again I see the proof that hate is strong And Love is weak ; The opposite of what I seek Is round me everywhere, To give the lie to all my dreams. Our finite minds that Satan blinds, My brethren, what are they? If he cannot find the right way out in Christ, he will find the wrong way out somewhere else.
Judge the fatherless, plead for the widow. Nothing can save these souls but a social gospel which declares war in the name of Christ upon the world. Of blossom snowed upon the trees, And fresh green woods that ring With music of the mating birds. All I gets is kingdom come. The better ye are and the 'arder it is, The 'arder ye 'ave to fight, 127 It 's a cruel 'ard world for any bloke What does the thing as is right. Got to save up for a spell. All the blokes what 's on moonitions Oughter come 'ere for a spell.