Thoughts for Each Hour

MYRTLE STRODE JACKSON

Wings in the sky at morning's shining gate,—
the wings of wrath, the maniac wings of hate.
O Spirit, save us e'er it be too late!
Swiftly the answer came:

There are no wings in the wide sky above,
But the protecting wings of God's great love,—
The Holy Spirit brooding as a dove
O'er those who trust His name.

Wings of omnipotence, peace, and protection,
Wings of Love's constant, unerring direction,
Wings of the Spirit, swift pinions of prayer,
—Shelter our homes in Thine all-loving care,
Fold us in stillness, and strength, and perfection.

Mine-fields in depths no fisher-folk discern,
Torpedo tracks the ocean billows churn,
Our ships sail forth, but will they safe return?
Love answered thus:

There are no depths unto your heavenly King.
Good fills all space! O death, where is thy sting?
Can height, or depth, or any other thing
Separate us?

Depths of the ocean of Love ever flowing,
Depths of the riches of Christ's own bestowing,
Depths of God's mercy, of Truth's healing power,—
Be Thou our safety in danger's dread hour,
Thou the All-seeing, All-acting, All-knowing.

Minds, many minds, in business, medicine, art;
Millions of minds in every creed and craft,
What rest for weary brain and aching heart?
Then Science said:

There is no mind in the whole world abroad
But the one Mind, the great, eternal Lord,
Creating earth and heaven by His word,
Himself the head.

Mind of omniscience and true revelation,
Mind of the Spirit, of Love's inspiration,
Mind of the Scriptures, of Christ understood,—
Bind us as one in Thine infinite good,
Rule every heart, every home, every nation.

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