Geoffrey Studdert Kennedy, Priest and Poet. 1883- 1929.

One of those clergy whose view of life was transformed by the experiences of the trenches, after he had volunteered as an army chaplain, he is often dismissed as a writer of doggerel, but his poems still have the ability to bite.

He was a Gambler too…

And, sitting down, they watched Him there,

The soldiers did;

There, while they played with dice,

He made His Sacrifice,

And died upon the Cross to rid

God’s world of sin.

He was a gambler too, my Christ,

He took His life and threw

It for a world redeemed.

And ere His agony was done,

And before the westering sun went down,

Crowning that day with its crimson crown,

He knew that He had won.