Creation

MARY JAMES ARNOLD

Darkness upon the deep,—bowed down with sorrow,
Discouragement, and grief, and bitter tears
For all that seemed to be. No new tomorrow
Shed ray of hope, of help adown the years.

But hush, a breath, a whisper, 'tis the Spirit!
Spirit of God, shine thou my heart within;
Move thou upon this deep; thy tender brooding
Shall heal my grief and banish all my sin!

"Let there be light"! The word of God's perfection
Dark chaos hears, and swift the law of Love
Unfolds Life's plan, and under His direction
All bitterness, all doubt and fear remove.

"And there was light,"—a gentle radiance stealing
Like dawn's first gleam above the horizon's rim;
Then wave on wave of wonderful revealing,—
The light which error's lie can never dim.

Creation still unfolds, when weary mortals
Cry out for help and seek the way aright;
God's healing touch opes wide Truth's shining portals,
Then sin and pain are not, for all is light!

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