Poem February 9, 1935 Issue

The Father

RUTH D. SMITH

God who made the day to rise
From a blackened night,
Gave a tiny bird strong wing
For a skyward flight—
Will He not lift me?

He who keeps the flaming sun
Steadfast in its place,
Holds a swiftly moving world
Safe in endless space—
Will He not hold me?

He who clothes the lily fair,
Marks the sparrow's fall,
Answers every righteous prayer,
Watches over all—
Will He not hear me?

I Who have received all this
From His heavenly store,
In return, shall I be found
Asking Him for more?
Shall I not give thanks?

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