I do not raise my nose in pride— I lift my gaze toward the heavens! If you cannot see the Christ there, Then all miracles are vain…
And the drunken people laughter, And the question rings through jest: "Why do you stand there gaping, Lifting up your head so high?
Are you standing proud and haughty? Are you a Christian poet true? Silent stillness fills the heavens! We have flown—the Lord's not there!"
Dear Savior brought the healing balm To the wounded and the worn. I do not raise my nose in pride— I lift my gaze toward the heavens!
