Poem November 7, 1936 Issue

Arise!

DOROTHY BAYLOR

Grieve not for what has gone before,
Nor gaze with longing eyes
Into the future's dim expanse
To list the dream that lies.
But rise! Throw open wide your door,
And on the threshhold meet
The Christ that waiteth patiently
With humble sandaled feet.

Cast off the shackles of your sin,
Your weight of fear and woe,
Into your inmost thoughts allow
His healing love to flow.
Then fear not what the future holds,
Nor what has gone before,
For Christ, Truth, all-sufficient is,
Both now and evermore.