Inseparable

MARY I. MESECHRE

"Father, I thank Thee there is naught between
Thee and this little child." No erring sense
The power possesses that can intervene
To thwart the purpose of Omnipotence;
Against all ill Love is our sure defense,
Within whose shelter we are whole and free,
Since naught avails to shake our confidence,
Nor sunder us from Thee.

Naught is there 'twixt Thee and Thy perfect child,
Dear Love that heals! Our sure hope soars content,
Till faith, by no least taint of doubt defiled,
To futile shreds all blinding veils hath rent,
And eyes, released from earth's bewilderment,
Behold the truth that evermore hath been—
Thee and Thy child as one, so closely blent
That naught can come between!