God held thy hand; and thou didst reach to me
Thine other as I stumbled, tenderly
Lifting me to the mount where thou didst stand;
And now I, too, can grasp the Father's hand.
God smiled on thee; thy countenance did show
The joy which comes to those who Love's smile know;
I listened to thy songs of praise a while;
And now I, too, can see my Father's smile.
God spake; and thou, with ear attuned by prayer,
Heard the sweet message, and with me didst share
The holy truth which made thy heart rejoice;
And now I, too, can hear my Father's voice.
God made His face to shine on thee, and thou
The glory didst reflect to me; till now
I, too, can in that light the vision trace,
And glimpse the beauty of my Father's face.
Dear messenger of God, with love imbued,
By deeds I fain would prove my gratitude;
Thy light to all with steady gleam doth shine,
And richer is the life that toucheth thine.
