[Written for the Sentinel]

My God Is There

Where the rich blossoms of the springtime sway,
And flash their colors in the rising sun,
And seem to breathe out, opening one by one,
A little prayer to bless the newborn day—
My God is there.

Where the bright glories of the sunlight beat,
And hope sings high, wrapped in the joy of noon,
I press close to my heart Love's wondrous boon;
Secure in this my present, sure retreat,
I rest in prayer.

And when the clouds come up and hide the light,
In my sure haven I feel doubly blest;
I lift my thought to Him and, quiet, rest;
I clasp my Father's hand and hold it tight,
Safe in His care.

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Signs of the Times
March 5, 1927

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