Poem September 5, 1925 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

His Presence

MABEL A. BIRDNO

In the secret of His presence
Weary wanderers lose their fear,
Finding rest amid green pastures
Close beside the waters clear.
There's no pain, no sorrow, crying;
There's no doubt, no hate, no strife,—
Just the calm peace of His loving,
And the healing touch of Life.

In the secret of His presence
Is the ark of sweet content,
Holy thoughts and man's dominion,
With the power of sacrament.
There, His laws unchanging ever,
Is the truth that maketh free,
All-protecting, guiding, blessing,
Love unfolding purity.

In the secret of His presence
All the seeming fades away,
All the shadows, all the dreaming,
As we wake to God's own day—
Wake to man as His reflection,
Safe in Love, reality;
In the secret of His presence
We shall find eternity.

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