[Written for the Sentinel]

The Child of God

His waking thoughts are of his God,To whom with unfeigned praise he turns,And heartfelt song of gratitudeFor all the good on him bestowed.Thus for his day's work well prepared,Happy and free he goes his way,With smile, and helpful word for allWhom in life's throng and press he meets.No thought of strife, no greed for gain,His thought besets; he rather asksWhat he can give, how help the poorAnd satisfy his brother's need.Imparting thus, he finds the wealthWhich from th' eternal source outpoursOn those who pattern the divine.Blest is his home; joy reigns within,And love on all sheds gentle beam;While plague thereto no entrance finds;And at the door sin knocks in vain.Turning to Principle divine,The source of good, and good alone,By silent prayer he heals the sick,By Truth o'ercomes both sin and death,And opens wide the gate of hopeFor all oppressed by earthly ills.Thus ever seeking good to do,His way is peace; and grateful tonguesInvoke God's blessing on his headAs ev'rywhere men call him friend,And feel the uplift of his thought.In the full panoply of LoveSee Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 571 . At all times clad, he nothing fears;For ev'ry shaft of human hateAgainst his armor harmless falls.Then when at night he goes to rest,Once more he gratefully gives thanksFor all the good to him vouchsafedThroughout the day, well satisfiedIf during those past fruitful hoursSome loving thought or word or deedHas drawn him nearer by one step,Unto the Father's throne of grace.

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