THE MASTER'S WORK

AGNES FLORIDA CHALMERS

The Master always found his work to do,
In desert place, on lonely sea or coast.
He found his daily task of love, and knew
Where'er he went his work was needed most.

Where'er he went, he knew his Father's will
Hallowed the duty of each passing hour.
Out of fear's storm he wrought Love's "Peace, be still,"
And taught earth's mariners its healing power.

When in the desert place he longed to feed
The multitude, not one was turned away;
There enough for every human need.
Through knowing that the Father hears alway.

The Master left his needs to God's own care,
And stilled fear's lack with, "Be ye not afraid."
He proved Love's full supply is everywhere—
For just "this day" was all he ever prayed.

With time for every duty as it came—
His labor and his creed were ever one—
The Master wrought all in his Father's name.
And thus his work was always Love's will done.

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