Are Ye Able?

Are ye able

said the Mas­ter

To be cru­ci­fied with Me?

Yea

the stur­dy dream­ers an­swered

To the death we fol­low Thee.

Lord

we are able. Our spir­its are Thine.

Remold them

make us

like Thee

di­vine.

Thy guid­ing ra­di­ance above us shall be

A bea­con to God

to love and loy­al­ty.

Are you able to re­lin­quish

Purple dreams of pow­er and fame

To go down in­to the Gar­den

Or to die a death of shame?

Are ye able

when the ang­uish

Racks your mind and heart with pain

To for­give the souls who wrong you

Who would make your striv­ing vain?

Are ye able to re­mem­ber

When a thief lifts up his eyes

That his par­doned soul is wor­thy

Of a place in para­dise?

Are ye able when the sha­dows

Close around you with the sod

To be­lieve that spir­it tri­umphs

To com­mend your soul to God?

Are ye able? Still the Mas­ter

Whispers down eter­ni­ty

And he­ro­ic spir­its an­swer

Now as then in Ga­li­lee.