Poem July 12, 1930 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

A Hymn

EDMUND R. CUMMINS

LOVING Father, Thou hast told us
In Thy sacred Book divine,
That Thine arm doth e'er enfold us,
That our lives are one with Thine;
Yet, regardless of the token
That we all Thine image bear,
Some believe that they are broken,
Fallen, sinful, sick with fear.

Wake them, Father, from this seeming,
To their heritage of light,
Banish all such idle dreaming
So that all may claim their right;
Then will they, Thine own creation,
Vanquish sickness, sin, and fear,
And man's glorious true relation
To his God once more appear.

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