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n will be llq L.110, secretary ot Urpheon Hon- aic cdgcuy luuKing luiwaru to iirp (-1..K of Proctor and Gamble’s Crisco Award to the • V SuHa Hif, Side Side by side with Jesus, I walked slovvh’ down the aisle, And when I felt uncertain, Christ looked at me and smiled. My fears were then all lifted—my heart was filled with love. For I was walking side hi' side with that King of heaven above. Side by side with Jesus, I humhly knelt before the altar; I bowed in reverence and prayed that I might not falter. 1 asked the Lord to pardon me and help His cross to bear. And felt close beside me Christ too was kneeling there. Side by side with Jesus I knelt at the altar still. My mind went back to the lonely day he spent on Calvary’s hill. I fancied I felt the scars in His wounded hands that had bled. And in vision saw a crown of thorns placed upon His sacred head. Side by side with Jesus, the tears ran down my face To think of how He’d suffered—this King of love and grace. Christ knew that I w'as burdened at recalling how he died. And as He saw my teardrops fall. He drew closer to my side. Side b}' side with Jesus, I found deep peace that day. Hearing His gentle whisper, “I’ll go with you all the way.” I know not nor can I tell why Jesus cared for me; But side by side with Jesus, I’ll walk eternally. DELOIS HARRIS Treasure (Cont. from p. 4) It seemed to Joan that she could actually feel the silence of the others. Her face burned, and the tears were very near the sur face as she replied stiffly, trying desperately to stop the swift up- rush of anger and fierce, tender loyalty for Bill within her. “Bill has his own sense of values. And I’m afraid they don’t include trips and new homes.” T heir soothing murmurs of assent hurt rather than soothed her. “Of course—Bill’s sweet poor dear boy—.” h was their pity she could not take. She thought indignantlv that Bill had more brains that all the rest put together. She had come awav from the party feeling tired and discour aged, now that her anger was spent. It had never before oc curred to her that these friends had looked upon Bill as a failure, but now she was seeing him' through their eyes. When you thought about it, they were right, for trips, new cars, and new homes were in reality symbols—symbols of a man s success or failure. She tried to remember Frieda’s exact word—“Me, I have to feel I’m getting somewhere.” Had it been a deliberate thrust at Bill? Or was she abnormally sensitive? Or only tired? Joan shut off those unhappy thoughts as Bill came in the back door, all asweat from mowing the lawn. “Hi, sweet,” he said, and planted a warm, moist kiss on her cheek, to which she responded absent-mindedly. The tall, thin figure, the dark head with the receding hairline, the humorous eyes, was a familiar picture to Joan, like the house and the fur niture. “Carried out Martha Greene’s cans that have been accumulating so long,” said Bill conversationally, washing his hands vigorously at the sink and ripping a paper towel from the roller. “And helped Clyde get his garage door up. Wanted to get things in shape, since I 11 be in San Diego to morrow night.” Joan made H B “(in business ? His blue ey_ if you’d call PfEfHfEJHfS lined up busin, _ automatically. / Bill’s corny “Daddy fixing I hai put in Sandy, irm clock out and get ’r; think it proud of her bntrollabh ments. rard an , alarm do Don t touCjj^ the garage,” b ' ' get around to ^m sui „n that pi “Oh, good. )ving me tened. Bill’s &' home and aro^ , . hood, seemed ’ nnl- h« 1 not hei ne was gone, I-..1 unA'mmed verv little abor L>‘io 1 oli ^riu sm' was Bill s keep. . ance, bu moving , ^ wake a Yet, as she i«rs- It 1 and Bill began io off or expertness of does so warm rush of ness swept ove( it to a thought, it was to expla not speaking “is of the Most men neeJ'ost tell r needed the inTat then from taking oh wrong such as new proper enviro'^ children. ShCrn thin, down tight. Skit it back verv evening, dad s ; ., „ .anted to so happilv at (' , , ., .was inter the children ar^. fairs, she wond'sed to bei put her thougkhck. out hurting hiTave a b everal hoc When the l‘\use this had finally re^'m to the she braced hef^*ing for 1 gan. He look^^^'^®® to 1 interestedly, an Jie test. Ill" Ilf go ofl to continue. It sits t man for hiinsdne who world ? 1 nii’k^^^st, an tion to—well don’t v‘>" sb' ,to bite of fully, but forced, , , . though 1 up to the bos>a„ (Cont. ‘ HILLTOP—PAGE EIGHT PriF 1 1 evening, Ar
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