Your lot
Screamed error's channel—
Discord, loss, loneliness,
Doubt, and fear
All the days of your life to come!
And, oh, how error televised
Its own evidence,
Cruel and bold.
Weeping and helpless,
I bowed for a time
Until one day
My heart rose up
And in rebellion cried,
Not so! God is good!
God is Love!
My lot is home,
Complete, secure,
With a father's faith,
A mother's hope,
And a child's pure joy.
Then dear Love,
So tender, strong,
Quick, and sure,
Answered my prayer—
Not just in theory,
Abstract, cold,
But with the real thing.
Thus my heart and your heart, too,
May sing—
This is our lot
Evermore!
