All Wisdom, Father, comes from Thee,
Thou fashioneth the cup,
Thou knowest how each step shall be
Ere man is lifted up;
But, Father, when the dregs I drain,
On this new Calvary,
My love shall take away all pain,
When men shall turn to me
I'll heal the wounded broken soul
And, Father, grant to Me
That power be mine as years shall roll—
To turn their hearts to Thee.
Aug 30, 1914.
Easter
I would that from out our lives
The Winter of sickness
And sorrow
And misunderstanding
Would pass.
And that the marvel of the Spring,
The RESURRECTION! of light—perfect light,
And the sunshine of LOVE! perfect LOVE;
For all of God's Creation would come
As the Spring brings grass,
Softly.
March 23, 1913.
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