"'Unloose your hands that your brother's need
May ever find them free.
Unbind your feet from their winding sheet;
Henceforth they walk with Me.'
"And lo! I hear! I am blind no more!
I am no longer dumb!
Out from the doom of a self-wrought tomb,
Pulsate with life, I come."
Yes, I may come if I will, by His life Who will live again in me.
But the trouble is men do not believe this. They do not believe in any latent capacities adequate to the great task of life. They accept the principle of surrender and incompetence. They have nothing for God and God can make no use of them. And I imagine that it is such unbelief, such misgiving as to whether after all we have any possibilities for God in us, the undervaluation of God's need of us and power to make and use us, that lead many of us to live the futile, unfruitful, negative lives which we do live. Men do not think their lives worth very much. They do not deny that there are great men and that great work is to be done in the world, but they think that God requires only those, that He builds His kingdom on a few outstanding figures, that the common men can look after themselves, and that they are not indispensable to God. If we are to prevent this waste, and if we are to secure the life without which God is impotent to build
