God's Day

LIEUT. COL. ROBERT E. KEY

When trembling chords of human hopes
Are silent on the harp of time,
In such a moment Love evokes
The melody of Life divine.
Not "here," or "there," beclouds the way,
Nor time agone, nor years to be,
But noon in God's eternal day,
And freedom for humanity!

The sepulchers of sin and shame
Are lit with Truth's all-conquering light;
The deaf and blind, the sick and lame,
No longer dream of starless night,
But forward, with a voice of praise,
They seek the Father and His ways.

Man's consciousness can never dwell
In shade of death or vale of woe,
For praise and gratitude dispel
The mists of earth which come and go,
And with a note divinely clear
Destroy the elements of fear.