Poem August 19, 1950 Issue

THE SEVENTH DAY

Harold Molter

God rested on the seventh day.
What is this holy rest of God?
No weary steps at journey's end.
No fitful sleep of mortal clod.

God finds His rest in holy work,
In boundless blessings, fadeless, free:
The impartation of His love
To all His sons eternally.

Man rests in action, perfect, pure,
Fulfilling an unbroken tryst;
Forever strengthened and renewed,
And wedded to the living Christ.

Harold Molter

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