Poems

What joy it is to know that I Do not depend on strength of man; That I may lean on God This very hour, and ever can, To know His infinite design, For all God has to give is mine. What blessed joy it is to know The Father's tender, watchful care In which His child abides Is my own heritage to share.

The valley lay in shadows deep and dark; Ice-blighted trees stood in the bitter air. It was a dreary, desolated place That showed no life nor beauty anywhere.

When stumbling beggars stopped him in the streets, With arms outstretched, to plead for light, The Master only asked, "Believest thou?" And touched their darkened eyes with sight. "Believest thou?" Look deep within your thoughts When claims resist the healing Word.

The rising thought shall meet the Christ ascending And glimpse the radiant life that is unending. No stone can stay the resurrection morn, No fetters bind God's man, who is free born.

With what shall I buy oil—buy consecration, Time set apart for loving, serving Thee? I know. Discard all idle conversation; And be not proud, my heart, nor fearful be.

With grace and buoyancy he trod the wave, And then he said to you and me, "The works that I do, you shall also do, And greater. " O Master, may I heed this lesson! The message and example are so clear, The law unchanged, supporting still The greater works remaining to be done.

The heaven towards which we strive with tearful eyes Is found within our hearts. The pearl for which we pray with suppliant hands Lies now within our palm— Love's gift from Him who saith, My answer have I given before they call, And for their cherishing do give My all.

Now is the time to prove my full salvation; Now is the time to welcome Love's control; Now is the time for deeper consecration, To serve our God with mind and heart and soul. I have no anxious thought about tomorrow; No fear of ill; no need to wonder how It will be freed of trouble, pain, or sorrow; For when tomorrow comes, it will be now.

The truth of Life you cannot find In catacombs of mortal mind. Revealed the stream, the source, the fount In Christ's own Sermon on the Mount.

" What seest thou, Jeremiah?" "I see a branch of an almond tree. " Far before the other trees The almond blossoms.