Poem November 5, 1932 Issue

Renewal

HELEN WARD BANKS

Hast thou been sunk in sleep,
Beset by dreams of weakness and of pain?
A captive to the darkness that would keep
Thee sleeping? Now as night begins to wane,
And dawn waits silently,
Thou must awake, for Truth is calling thee.

Hast thou been sitting still,
Held by a weight that looked too great to raise;
Not knowing God's eternal power to fill
Each longing heart with songs of joy and praise?
Catch now that melody
And, singing, rise, for Life hath work for thee.

Hast thou been long astray
In those dim regions where dry husks are food?
Where thy beloved home seemed far away,
And all forgotten God's great fatherhood?
The homeward path is free;
Come back once more, for Love hath need of thee.

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