Poem January 10, 1931 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

"Lack ye any thing?"

Edmund R. Cummins

Ah , why do we so easily forget
The cruse of oil, the modicum of meal
That wasted not? And should we not regret
With tears our want of confidence, and feel
Ourselves to be unworthy of that care
Which oft provided from a scanty store
A hungry multitude with ample fare,
Until they needed nothing more?

Did we not hear the Master when he said,
Your heavenly Father knoweth ye have need?
Did he not teach us whence our daily bread
Does come; and can our God indeed not feed
His flock, though in the wilderness they stray?
Yes, He has proved His love abundantly
In days gone by. Then on His shoulder lay
Thy burden: He still cares for thee.

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