A blackbird from an elm, the topmost part,
Was lifting up to God his inmost heart
In gratitude.
Unbounded joy arose, too, like a flood
Within my heart; more singing rose and grew,
And then I knew:
"This is my Father's business," this for all
The only work there is—truly to be,
To glorify His nature, and His praise
Show forth; in Him be glad, rejoice always
In Truth. And nought can ever take away
This work, which grows with each new dawning day.
Poems
"MY FATHER'S BUSINESS"
From the December 1944 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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