I looked for Christ on Madison Street
Where men went by with stumbling feet,
Where heads were bowed in the darkness there
Of gray clouds hanging low in the air.
I looked for Him, a vision of white —
But gay burlesques with their crimson light
Have led my steps to a darker place
Where smoke of passion hid Christ's face.
I looked for Christ in the hidden skies,
A flaming vision to blind my eyes —
While Christ walked by with stumbling feet
Along with the men of Madison Street.