ONLY A TRACT
It’s only a tract! You may tear it, And crumple it up in your hand; The wind, as it passes, may bear it And scatter it over the land. It’s only a tract! You may spurn it, And deem it unworthy of thought; May ridicule, trample, and burn it, Despise it and set it at naught. It’s only a tract! But it telleth Of holiness, happiness, Heaven; Where God in eternity dwelleth With sinners His love has forgiven. It speaks of a future in glory, Of present enjoyment and bliss; And will you neglect such a story, So loving, so…