[Written for the Sentinel]

Little Things

Father , it is a little thing to thank TheeFor each good gift that cometh from above,Yet, do we not at times receive, unmindful,The wondrous blessings of Thy perfect love?

Father, it is a little thing, rejoicingThat Thou art ever cherishing Thine own,Yet, do we not at times forget our gladnessIn fearing that we tread our paths alone?

November 23, 1929

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