Since Love is substance,
then am I fed by Love,
as was that hungry multitude who watched
expectant at our Master's feet,
and twelve earth's basketsful were taken up;
then am I clothed in Love,
as was the Master on that clear hillside
when all his raiment, shining like the sun,
gleamed whiter far than any earthly seam;
then am I all-supplied with Love,
as Peter, hurrying to the blue lake's edge
and casting in his hook, astonished found
and strode back marveling;
then am I housed in Love,
as (while the anxious fishers shrank
from that black storm) their Master in the stern
rested unfearing in his heavenly home;
then am I with Love environed,
as when the assaulting crowd that would have cast
the gentle Preacher from that dizzy brink
could find no victim for their mindless rage;
then am I with Love befriended.
Bravely their Lord in his most bitter hour
assured those faithless few so quick to flee:
Lo, I am not alone; my Father's here.
Since Love is All, I have no cause to fear.
