Poem February 25, 1928 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Wide Swing the Gates

ROBERTA B. LYNCH

Dim, distant vision, gray and indistinct,
Hidden as yet in the dense mortal haze,
Beckons our faith that knows before it sees
The dawn of happiness, of God's bright days.

Gray, indistinct! Yet even as we peer,
Striving to pierce old chaos' density,
Behold, the light! the light! the shifting scene!
The somber hues are fled; the dawn we see!

Lift up your heads! Rejoice in boundless Love!
Blest victory over death, disease, and sin!
Wide swing the gates through which the vision comes—
God's universe, the Christ, the Church within!

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

Send a comment to the editors
NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
Permit me to thank you for your appeal for more of...
February 25, 1928
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit