Poem March 29, 1930 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Rest

DOROTHY M. GIBBS

Why is this anxious wondering in your heart,
This wondering what the morrow is to bring?
God takes your burden from you, tired child;
Holding your hand, He says, Rejoice and sing!

Holding His hand the mist will clear away;
God is your rest, your inspiration true;
An angel voice is bidding you: Be still;
Listen, tired heart, 'its speaking now to you.

Where is your burden now, O happy child?
It never was; it only seemed to be.
The mist has gone, and you have seen the light;
You always were God's child, always were free!

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