Poem June 30, 1928 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Uplifting Faith

FRANK SADDLER

Father-Mother, Love divine,
Strengthen Thou our feeble faith;
Mortal sense is but a wraith;
Help us lift our lives to Thine!

The songbird knows no hampering qualms;
It pours forth joy unceasingly.
Can we, who have Love's ministry,
Do less? Dare we withhold our psalms?
Dare we lay down our love to hate,
Deny the good Thy mercy sends?
O God, how oft our hope ascends,
But fear makes full fruition wait!

And yet, Thy kingdom is within
Each heart, if we but had the grace
To meet our brother face to face,
And see Thy likeness shine therein!
If Thou art Love,—and All,—then fear
Has lost its darkening power to thrall;
The veil of sense is rent, and all
Thy light, and power, and peace appear.

Father-Mother, Love divine,
Strengthen Thou our feeble faith;
Mortal sense is but a wraith;
Help us lift our lives to Thine.

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