FAITH
BY MARY J. MACCOLL
A Star that gleams with ever steady ray
Through
dark clouds thunder-riven,
A ladder for the angels’ shining way
“Twixt
earth and highest heaven.
A white-winged bark, upon a storm-tossed sea,
Wreck-strewn
and desolate,
A deathless beacon’s ray-the golden key
Which
opens the Pearly Gate.
The stretching forth of hands with trustful eyes
To
grasp an unseen Friend,
To follow wheresoe’er His pathway lies,
Calm,
steadfast, to the end.
The offering up of prayers like incense sweet,
The
tearful, mute appeal
Of humble souls-the cry at Jesus’ feet,
“Have
mercy, Lord, and heal!”
To feel like wakeful children when they hear,
Within
a darkened room,
The Father’s voice, and, knowing him anear,
Rest
fearless in the Gloom.
O, loving Saviour, perfect all our powers,
Thou
art the living Vine,
If we abide in Thee all things are ours,
For
we, dear Lord, are Thine.
