Oh, Love divine! In Thy sweet fires refining
Even the gold of human hope and aim,
Oh, perfect Love, all good for all designing,
Even as Jacob, let me change my name.
I too would strive until there breaks the light
In which he saw the man whom Love had made.
That man am I, created by Thy might,
And in Thy day, earth's phantom shadows fade.
I too would be a prince of Thy anointing,
With radiant love would meet my brother's need;
I too would follow after Thy appointing,
Seeking the bread of Life where Thou dost lead.
Oh, Love, all-wise, consuming all my dross,
Earth nothing gives, and nothing takes that's loss.
Poems
PENIEL
From the January 1937 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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