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Our Father's Care

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 9, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 61.

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Our Father's Care

By WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN
’Tis passing wonderful, our Father’s care To bless each life and hear its feeblest prayer. No flower too tiny for a beauteous dress, No weed so rank but heaven’s dewdrops bless; No wave too boisterous for His “Peace be still,” Since wind and storm His mandate must fulfill. God bids the blossoms bloom that strew our way; He offers Living Bread to us each day. A stony pillow marks a radiant dream, To show a ladder bright where least ’twould seem. The grievous trial a halo blest is given; When anguish-torn, the rent is seamed by heaven. The gifts denied are later found but thorns; For wrestling won, a princely name adorns. Our night reveals the stars of promise bright, Our day is beaming with our Life and Light. For toil for Him a crown enduring waits, And angel guards escort to heaven’s gates. O, ne’er by searching could we fathom Love That gave His all to treasure us above!