Poem September 5, 1936 Issue

Not as an Hireling

MARGARET MORRISON

Not as an hireling would I serve Thy will,
O Love divine—as seeking a reward
For work well done—thinking the power lies
Within myself to do or fail to do,
To make wrong right or change the dark to light.
But rather would I waken to accept
The fullness of my life as Thy dear son,
Enfolded in eternal power and grace,
Unclouded by the mist of mortal dream,
Nor burdened by the weight of time and sense.
Here is found freedom, vigor, vision clear
To see as Thou dost see, and calmly know
That Thou dost hold each least identity—
From blade of grass to Thine own image man—
In perfect rhythm with Thy perfect plan.
Naught is to alter but Thy truth to see,
My never-ending task to be like Thee,
The bliss of being its own rich reward.

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