Please note, I did not write this. It is something I found in my Aunt Bess' collection of poems.
To the Artist, He is the One Altogether Lovely.
To the Architect, He is the Chief Cornerstone.
To the Astronomer, He is the Sun of Righteousness.
To the Baker, He is the Living Bread.
To the Banker, He is the Hidden Treasure.
To the Biologist, He is the Life.
To the Builder, He is the Sure Foundation.
To the Carpenter, He is the Door.
To the Doctor, He is the Great Physician.
To the Educator, He is the Great Teacher.
To the Engineer, He is the New and Living Way.
To the Farmer, He is the Sower, and the Lord of the Harvest.
To the Florist, He is the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the
Valley.
To the Geologist, He is the Rock of Ages. (and it is more important to know the Rock of
Ages than the ages of rocks)
To the Horticulturist, He is the True Vine.
To the Judge, He is the Righteous Judge and the Judge of all
men.
To the Juror, He is the Faithful and True Witness.
To the Jeweler, He is the Pearl of Great Price.
To the Lawyer, He is the Counselor, the Lawgiver, the
Advocate.
To the Newspaperman, He is the Good Tidings.
To the Oculist, He is
the Light of the Eyes.
To the Philanthropist, He is the Giver.
To the Preacher, He is the Word of God.
To the Sculptor, He is the Living Stone.
To the Servant, He is the Good Master.
To the Student, He is the Incarnate Truth.
To the Statesman, He is the Desire of all Nations.
To the Theologian, He is the Author and Finisher of our
Faith.
To the Toiler, He is the Giver of Rest.
Selected October
1944
