Poem December 25, 1926 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

"Blest Christmas morn"*

FREDDA R. GRATKE

Now dawns within my consciousness
The first faint gleams of light —
The star of Bethlehem rising;
Its beams dispel the night
Whose clouds of sense would seem to hide
God's presence from my sight.

O Father, may that blessed light
To full effulgence grow,
Till my whole being is transformed
Within its radiant glow —
My every thought illumined by
The light Thy light doth show.

To me indeed the Christ is born;
The truth whose message clear —
"Now art thou too the child of God" —
Falls on my list'ning ear;
And knowing God and man are one
Has banished every fear.

Dear Christ — God's pure idea of Love,
The Life, the Truth, the Way —
The peace of God is in my heart
Since thou hast been my stay,
And every day I feel thee near
Is blessed Christmas day.

* Poems, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 29.

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