Poem July 31, 1909 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE CAUSE OF GRATITUDE

JOHN M. DEAN

In fervent penitential prayer,
A conscience-stricken sinner bowed;
Nor pomp, nor ceremonial rite
With hollow form his words endowed.
O God in heaven, be merciful
To me, a sinner! Thus he cried;
His heartfelt wail met quick response,
Thought was uplifted, purified;
Christ rose within, for sin had died.

From out an anguished night of pain,
A woman lifted up her thought
To Israel's God of tender love,
And peace and healing comfort sought.
When, lo! a new-born anthem woke
The slumbering faith within her breast,
Till conquered pain gave place to praise
For Love's serene, unbroken rest—
And she arose, God's bidden guest.

Since at the chastening touch of Truth
Both sin and sickness flee,
'Tis surely but a slight return
To doubly thankful be.

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