[Written for the Sentinel]

Lift Up Your Hearts

Just as a child its mother's call obeys,Yet waits not always for her call to hear,But unreproven to that presence comesAnd comfort finds, as mother's lips bestowThe kiss which heals alike pretense or hurt;So we, O Father, hear Thy call and find,In our obedience, brighter glows the lightWhich leads on through the long day's chastening.But sometimes we grow weary, and our feetCome falteringly to rest, and we are sad,Forgetting that the way is also Thine.And then some gleaning from a patient yesterdayReminds us there is more to glean to-day;The vision won in that day's overcomingAdds joy to faith unshaken, and we findWithin our hearts a healing peace — Thy peaceHas kissed away the gloom of doubt and fear,And in Thy smile we march on unafraid.

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