Poem January 27, 1912 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

SEARCHING AND FINDING

WILLIAM SYMONDS.

Long years I spent in searching after God!
I found Him not in pleasure or in strife;
Perceived Him not behind the chastening rod,
For I believed that matter harbors life.

I thought this human frame contained a soul,
Imprisoned there till death should set it free.
Some future state regarded as the goal;
Nor thought of what I am, nor what shall be.

But now I know man's source is all divine,
And knowing what he is, a son of God,
To voice His will the privilege is mine;
To tread the path that Jesus Christ has trod.

Canst thou, by constant searching, find out God?
Search not; but know that God is ever here.
Unto the hills lift up thine eyes: the road,
By His own revelation, shall appear.

To know that pain and death cannot appall;
To see the nothingness of sin:
This is to learn that God is All-in-all.
Mortal, awake! the kingdom is within!

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