I've been testing the promise of "Father,"
My God, who is, Mother and all,
A husband to widow, a brother
Who will not permit me to fall.
He is leading me through the "still waters,"
Though billows are mountain-top high,
With my hand in His, footstep ne'er falters,
For I know that the pathway is dry.
I have courage to work out my mission,
Though thorns pierce, and troubles oppress,
Through both I find the fruition
Of soul-life that's freed from earth's dress.
There's an arm that is strong to deliver
From material burdens and fears,
Long suffering patience, my Giver
Imparts, while he quenches my tears.
Self -Mastery is His rewarding,
The riches more valued than gold,
Contentment and pleasure, affording,
The joy naught but Truth can unfold.
Eyes mortal will never uncover
The glories His Spirit reveals.
Those only who seek God discover
The beauty His knowledge unseals.
