Poem March 30, 1940 Issue

The Staff

EDITH SHAW BROWN

Discouraged sense would sometimes try to talk
Of labored efforts and far-distant goal,
Though step by step I pray and strive to walk
The path our Master trod from sense to Soul.
But God knows nought of gloom or hopes delayed—
He sees no smoking flax, nor bruised reed,
But perfect man, complete and undismayed,
Reflecting radiant joy in thought and deed.
See Christ revealed, the true and only Way,
Eternal sonship, Life and Love expressed!
Lo, where the bending reed once seemed to sway,
Behold a staff on which a friend may rest.

Send a comment to the editors

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit

The Staff

We'd love to hear from you!

Sign up for unlimited access