Poem September 18, 1915 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

"Where no fear was"

GWENDOLYN THOMAS

Father, all through the dreary night men call
To Thee from earth's wild phantom plains of woe!
I pray for one, yet Thou in truth dost know
Thy little ones, and brooding over all,
Dost cherish them. Yea, where the smoky pall
Looms ominous, there angels waiting know
Arm-clasp of love, depth unaccountable of peace,
And harmony wherein all tumults cease.

In atmosphere serene of lovely light,
Thy universe supernal, out of sight,
Knows naught of wound or thrust or deadly fall:
Life-giver, naught can steal man's life away.
Oh, dearest one ! my comfort when I pray
Is that thy life is hid in His alway.

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

Send a comment to the editors
NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
One of the contentions of a medical doctor in a recent issue...
September 18, 1915
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit