Father, I come to Thee! Thou art my tower,
My shaft of shade throughout the noonday hour,
Guiding my footsteps to a safe abode,
Afar from glaring heat and gleaming road.
When fear and doubt are haunting their old prey,
And try to pause, to hinder, or delay,
I list the undertone of Love's behest:
"Come unto me ... and I will give you rest"!
"Come unto me"! It echoes through the age
From Judah's hills; it thrills the seer and sage,
Till in our consciousness the truth appears:
We coexist with God throughout all years.
