"No time for God"—so mourned my burdened heart.
"Such pressing needs confront each busy day,
How can I set one precious hour apart
To know my unity with Him, or pray?
Obeying His behests should bring release;
But duty sets for me too fast a pace.
'Is there no balm in Gilead'—no peace?
Throughout my days must clock hands always race?"
As harsher grew the clamor of the day,
To still rebellious thoughts I turned to God:
"Dear Father, somewhere I have lost the way.
What shall I do to pass beneath Thy rod?"
Then from my being's source, eternal Mind,
This tender admonition came to me:
"My child, put first things first, and thou shalt find
What wondrous things Love hath designed for thee."
Gladly at early hour I seek His face;
No taint of fruitless hurry spreads its blight,
And as each duty finds its time and place,
My heart is singing, and my task is light.
Poems
"But one thing is needful"
Luke 10:42
From the February 1962 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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