Poem May 23, 1914 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Truth's Ministry

D. E. JACKSON

I sowed a little plot of life with weeds,
Nor ever dreamed that they would bring me sorrow,
But fateful winds arose and blew their seeds
Far out across the fields of my tomorrow.

O life! how brief the hours my hands did sow
Those seeds which bore so much of bitter weeping,—
How long the years, how sadly did they go,
Which, unrelenting, called me to the reaping!

Then came a day—a gladsome, golden day—
When one with face alight with Love's bright glory,
Into my hand a little book did lay
That told anew redemption's sacred story,—

The story of the truth that maketh free
From sin's dark thrall with all its pain and sorrow;
Oh, how its light doth gladden me today,
And free from fear the fields of my tomorrow!
*"Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy.

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