You say your birthday is today. Are you
Believing then that man has mortal birth,
That Life is measured by the numbered years?
Have we not gained a higher sense of man?
Amid far western forest grandeur stand
Tremendous trees—sequoias they are called—
So old that some date back to Bible times.
Long ere our Master walked with men. Throughout
The centuries of time-defeating growth
The Father's loving care has nurtured them,
And still they grow, in beauty praising Him,
With no decrepitude, no end in view.
"A day of birth." What do we mean by that?
Has endless Life a finite starting point?
And when did man, reflecting Life, commence?
This Godlike man, your true selfhood, and mine,
No human birth could have, nor death, nor fall,
Else were God's image marred, His likeness lost.
