Poem September 2, 1933 Issue

"We shall be"

MARY I. MESECHRE

"It doth not yet appear." O longing heart,
Oppressed by sense of weakness or of woe,
Dismayed by sickness, held by sin apart
From what thou deemest good—be patient; know
God's promises do full assurance hold
Of perfect strength, joy, health, and purity,
Which shall unfold
In His good time, for thee.

"It doth not yet appear what we shall be."
Because the vision tarry, shall we close
Our eyes, and blindly wail we cannot see?
The promise is secure for him who knows
God's word ne'er faileth; since creation's dawn
His truth hath guided, shielded, and set free;
Earth's mists withdrawn
Disclose "what we shall be."

For "we shall be like him"! Lament we, then,
"It doth not yet appear"? Nay, let us serve
In joyful patience midst our fellow men,
Calmly, courageously, nor ever swerve
From the straight path in which our feet are set,
Knowing His word shall sweet fulfillment see—
Soon, though "not yet,"
"Like him" all "we shall be"!

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