[Written for the Sentinel]

The Awakening

I sat in silence deep,Before the wondrous thoughtThat God is Life.It was so new to me,The "still small voice" that cameAnd spake the Word of Truth!Had not the years gone byBeen filled with sin and grief?Had not each day's tollBeen paid in sickness sore,In fear and loss and lack?But man's extremity brings near the voiceThat comforts and that heals;For prayer availeth much,And "ne'er returneth void."So, when in dark despairThe 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 deathCan have no place!"In glad surprise the Master's great command,"Arise, take up thy bed and walk,"Was heeded and with heart made freeFrom all false senseAnd full of joy and gratitudeThe way was seen—The straight and narrow wayThat leads from self and up to God,Where man is found to beThe image of his Maker,Reflecting Life, and Truth, and Love.

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