Poem March 21, 1936 Issue

Fruitage

ELSIE HILL AINSWORTH

Father, I thank Thee for a fruitful day,
A day that offered opportunity
To help a struggling brother to be free,
A day wherein the Christ has been revealed,
And someone sent along the way
Rejoicing, healed!

Father, I thank Thee for a fruitful day,
A day wherein a seed of truth was sown
To help a wandering one reclaim his own
Birthright of health and joy and radiant youth,
And sent him forth arrayed in robes of truth!
A little child was freed from racking pain
And feverish thirst, and made to smile again!
Love bound a broken heart with cords
Of healing practice, far exceeding words!

It seemed I had not much to give, at morn,
A little oil, a mere handful of meal,
And yet, desire to give was born,
An eagerness to share—to do Thy will!
And Thou hast multiplied Thy gift to fill
An hundred oil pots,
Lying empty still.

And so at eve, I thank Thee, Lord, again,
For blessings daily multiplied to men,
For all these weary ones that came my way—
I thank Thee, Father, for a fruitful day!

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