[Written for the Sentinel]

"My Father worketh hitherto"

What can I do without my Father's aid?
Naught can avail this puny human will.
His plan for me already has been made.
No place but mine can I be asked to fill.

What can I see which His hand hath not wrought?
Only the truth can He to me reveal;
I seek His path—and find it—'tis in thought.
His tender, guiding hand in mine I feel.

My Father's work is done—complete—I know.
'Tis finished, and 'tis good. Mine is the task
That work to comprehend. Thus may I show
Myself God's image. This is all I ask.

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Signs of the Times
November 26, 1927

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