There were six in the room where Death had been;
The little dead maid was one,
Two were the parents with broken hearts
For all they could do was done;
Three were the pitying men who came
To the house where the dead child lay;
And Death was stronger than all of them,
For Death had had his way.
The power of man and the strength of man,
Were vain to help or save,
And the mother-love could not restore
The life that once she gave.
But Life had followed the feet of Death
To banish man’s despair,
And the child came back from the gates of the grave;
There were six—and Jesus—there.
—Annie Johnson Flint