The Awakening

SVEND PONTOPPIDAN BROBY

I sat in silence deep,
Before the wondrous thought
That God is Life.
It was so new to me,
The "still small voice" that came
And spake the Word of Truth!
Had not the years gone by
Been filled with sin and grief?
Had not each day's toll
Been paid in sickness sore,
In fear and loss and lack?
But man's extremity brings near the voice
That comforts and that heals;
For prayer availeth much,
And "ne'er returneth void."
So, when in dark despair
The prayer went up to God,
As yet unknown,
"Show me the way!"
The heavens were opened,
A ray of light came down,
A voice in deepest silence spake:
"Fear not, O son of God,
But wake and see,
'Your life is hid with Christ in God,'
Where sin, disease, and death
Can have no place!"
In glad surprise the Master's great command,
"Arise, take up thy bed and walk,"
Was heeded and with heart made free
From all false sense
And full of joy and gratitude
The way was seen—
The straight and narrow way
That leads from self and up to God,
Where man is found to be
The image of his Maker,
Reflecting Life, and Truth, and Love.

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