The cry of manâ€™s anguish went up to God,
â€˜Lord, take away pain!â€™
The shadow that darkens the world you have made,
The close-coiling chain
That strangles the heart, the burden that weighs
On the wings that would soar.
â€˜Lord take away pain from the world you have made
That it may love you more!â€™
Then answered the Lord to the cry of his world:
Shall I take away pain,
And with it the power of the soul to endure,
Made strong by strain?
Shall I take away pity that knits heart to heart,
And sacrifice high?
Will you lose all your heroes that lift from the fire
White brows to the sky?
Shall I take away love that redeems with a price,
And smiles at the loss?
Can you spare from your lives that would climb into mine
The Christ on the Cross?
– – – poem quoted in the book â€˜Take my handsâ€™ by Dorothy Clarke Wilson