[Written for the Sentinel]


O tender mother-love, weighed down with fear,
What canst thou do? Can anxious thought
Protect and guard the one thou holdest dear?
Can tears or human will guide wayward feet
From straying in the wilderness?
Can human love, however deep and strong,
Assure of health or wealth or joy,
Or free from power of wrong?

O mother-love, loosen thy clinging hold
And let thy child go free. Thy anxious thought
Is powerless to control. He is God's child.
His Father's tender, wise, and loving plan
For him is being wrought.
God's will gives health and harmony through every hour;
There is no evil that can interfere,
For Love alone is power.

Safe in the Love that knows no fear,
Safe in the Life from mortal law set free,
Safe in the Truth where error is unknown,
The Father holds thy child—and thee.

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

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.