Poem November 25, 1911 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

FATHER, I THANK THEE!

MARY I. MESECHRE.

Each day of every year my joyous heart
Keeps holy day; nor can I set apart
A single morn sufficient to express
My thankfulness.

For morning, noon, and night Thy blessings flow
Unceasingly; and everywhere I go
New joys await, to speak the constant care
Thy children share.

With open hands I stand before Thy throne:
That Thou hast given me is all Thine own,—
I thank Thee for my growing power to use
As Thou dost choose.

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