Poem June 6, 1931 Issue

Our Father's Care

ELLA A. STONE

Soft meadows green in Galilee,
Bright lilies blooming fair,
So gently swaying on their stems
In glowing sunlit air!

Oh, morning glorious and bright,
The scene we seem to see,
As through long centuries we turn
Back to dear Galilee,

And hear the lilting bird songs clear,
And then the Master's words,
That if our Father cares for these,
The humble little birds,

How much more would He care for us
And feed us with His love,
And fill our hearts with tender peace
That cometh from above;

And if the wayside flowers bloom
In regal beauty fair,
How much more would He give to us
His tender thought and care;

How much more would He clothe His own
With purity and grace,
With loveliness that ever shines
Reflected from His face!

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