Poem January 8, 1949 Issue

WHEN GOD CALLS

Rosemary C. Cobham

When God calls,
You do not sense the clamor of ambition,
Nor feel the urgent pulling back of fear.
You know only His hands,
Strong in omnipotence, infinitely gentle,
Placing on your willing shoulders His mantle
Of wisdom, love, persistent consecration.
You feel Him drawing you with bands
Of love; and if the dark appalls,
You know, even as you tread its darkness,
That God calls.

When God speaks,
All other voices cease—
Both self-will and self-pity, and also self-indulgence.
Clear through the night of human vacillation
Shines forth His Word, steady in effulgence,
"Let there be light"—and you, crowned with His grace,
Turn forever from procrastination
And see Him face to face.
He has found Him, he no longer seeks,
Who knows God speaks.

When God is found,
Man finds himself at last.
Seeking no future, burdened by no past,
Obediently he comes,
Awaked from sleep,
To feed his Father's lambs—
His Father's sheep.

Rosemary C. Cobham

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