The Awakening

FLORENCE V. EDDS

As wakes a babe from sleep, to lift glad eyes
And eager hands unto some best-loved face,
So woke I the truth of paradise,
Dear Father-Mother God. Thou good and wise,
Impart to me Thy perfect strength and grace.

Backward I trace, thro' all the heavy night,
Signs of Thy patient watching. Thou hast healed
My weary doubts and fears. Before Thy might
The darkness fled, and all is rosy light.
Morning and Love have come! Thou art revealed!

Ay, Thou dost fill my life! No passing breath
Of seeming wrong can harm Thy very own.
Thou art omnipotent! No sin nor death
Is here. "I am the Life," Christ saith.
Daily I share with him Thy mighty throne.

God's child! the heir of God! O high, sweet thought!
To serve Him in the temple, and to prove
The steadfastness with which my soul is fraught.
How wondrously the perfect Mind hath wrought!
And I, the living image of His love!