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.