Poems

A glimpse of the Christ was granted To me as I prayed one day, And the voice of the gentle Master Compellingly seemed to say: Go forth and proclaim my gospel To those who are sick and sad; To those who are poor and needy; To those who are weak and bad. Relinquish all sense of passion, Of anger or self or fear, I have called you to be my witness To render my message clear; For those who cry out for healing Are blinded by sin and pain, And only the purest loving Can open their eyes again.

Take love with you in your heart As you go! Let love's voice the morning start, Hear God calling you apart For His own— Him to serve, Him to know. Take love with you in your heart As you go! Keep love with you in your heart As you go! Know no life from God apart— All secure from arrow's dart, You are His, He is yours, You will know! Keep love with you in your heart As you go! Hear love's song within your heart As you go! 'Tis a song of healing art And its melodies impart Comfort sweet, Grace and joy, To bestow! Hear love's song within your heart As you go!

I feared to take the way, it seemed to be Too dark without a guide or crossroad sign. I hesitated long.

Dear Father! First I ask to pray aright, No taint of self or sense within my heart, But upward rising to that perfect light In which alone Thy children can have part. Help me each moment to be better worth Thy ever present blessing, and to prove True gratitude by seeking that new birth Our Master wrought, in sacrificial love.

I went into the garden, for the day Had heavy been with toil; the upward way Was rough; thorns o'er my path were lain; Bowed was my head with care, my heart with pain. And as I walked a nesting bird's low call The promise brought: He knows the sparrow's fall.

When the way seems long and weary, Filled with sorrow and with pain; When the visioned path looks dreary, Void of sunshine, wet with rain; Lift thy head, O weary brother; Just across the darkened hills There are fields of glorious brightness, Grasses green and sparkling rills. Truth will lead thee out of sadness, Love will guide thee to His arms; Underneath they wait to shelter His dear child from all that harms.

The blue of lilac, gold of daffodil, With beauty, color, all my garden fill. The air is heavy-sweet with perfume rare Upbreathed from flowers on the morning air.

"O sing unto the Lord a new song; for he hath done marvellous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory. "— Psalms 98:1.

I stood upon a mountain peak, and sang a triumph song, The gentle winds of God came by and bore the strain along; The morning sunshine on my face, and in my heart a prayer, With earthly mists beneath my feet, I glimpsed the glory there. And from my hands and heart I felt the binding shackles drop— I sang a song of liberty upon the mountain top.

We would worship Thee, our Father, In the blessed Saviour's way; Pure of heart and childlike trusting, From our deeds of every day Build with living stones Thine altar, And in service truly pray; With compassion, healing, saving, All his love with love repay. We would praise Thee, O our Father, With the praise he rendered Thee Down among the sick and lonely, As he worked in Galilee, Proving Love alone is power, Proving Truth alone makes free, Showing Life's eternal oneness, In his constant ministry.