Questions & Answers
The tide is turning landward— At its silent call The prows of little harbor boats, Moored near the shore, Point toward the sea. So may our waiting hearts, Harbored in Thy dear love, As instant be To greet the ever-flowing Tides of Truth Revealed by Thee.
Did I but know the road that lies before, I should not falter, though the consuming night Shroud with its blackness friendly things from sight, Shutting off nearness like an unyielding door. Did I but know! Yet, have I not of yore Known sweet security, following saddest plight? After the darkness, ever the day's dear light! After the shipwreck, ever the solid shore! I shall not falter! I shall forever know Safety though danger threaten; guidance above All that men's ingenuities have planned.
Age holds no terror for the heart that knows Immortal youth, and sinless joy which grows With each new glimpse of Truth, by which we see We are His children in eternity.
"And I will lead on softly. "—Genesis 33:14.
You need my love? Then take it all, my dear. It came to me from God, to bless and cheer, To meet my need—and now I share with you The strength, the healing power, the fragrance too.
We try to measure our life in years, Dating from now—before and after; Trace it on calendars with tears, Veil it with transient dreams and laughter; While on sundials in the heart, Truth writes, forever from time apart!
Dear Father, may I live today To see Thy goodness here. I pray for light to do Thy will, That I may hear the "Peace, be still," Which conquers doubt and fear.
Aim high, and eagle-hearted aspiration Shall soar with thee on wings that may not tire To bright horizon peaks of demonstration, The thousand hills of hope and high desire. And on the wing, though storms around thee riot, Thou shalt know only, rising to the sun, The eternal fields of home, the waters quiet, The Father's word, "Well done.
In sorrow's night a voice I heard; It came as swift as singing bird In sky of summer blue and white, And sang itself into my night. I heard—I knew 'twas God who spoke— I rose, and rising felt the yoke Of darkness, doubting, and despair, Slip off into the night, and there, Where night had been, the light of peace Has brought, thank God, release, release.
I will be still tonight and listening hear Voices of angels low, distinct, and near, Singing the story old of peace, good will. This message I will hear if I am still.