Poem January 14, 1922 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Father's Business

DOROTHY M. BISHOP

This is my work;
Mid all the lies to know
Just that Truth is,
And all things else but seem;
To live the truth, until Truth
Blots out the dream!

My path is plain;
Right through the dark to go,
Proving Light is,
And never shadows fall;
To live the light, till Light reveals
That God is All!

My word? Christ's Word,—
"Be not afraid!" Declare
That Life now is,—
Powerless disease and pain!
To live true life, till Life
Proves health again!

My place? Why here,
In seeming hate to dwell,
Just where Love is,—
That secret place most high!
And here live love, until Love shines
As victory!

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