Poem May 26, 1923 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Atonement

ANNA S. KING

When morning light breaks o'er my bed
And eyelids open,—the darkness fled,—
A clear, sweet message comes to me:
Lift thou thy thought, think thou on Me.

When noonday suns their bright beams shed,
And all around the board are fed,
Then blessed moments wait for me;
I pause anon, to think on Thee.

When evening shadows gently fall,
And darkness gathers over all,
I sit and rest: the sweet day's plea
Is answered: God, my thoughts on Thee

Have lightened ways that seemed so black;
Brought joy for grief, supply for lack;
Have guarded, guided, strengthened me:
This striving, God, to think on Thee!

Thy thought of me; my thoughts on Thee!
What sweeter day could ever be?
The weary ones, could they, too, see
What joy it is to think on Thee!

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