MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS by A. L. Wilkinson

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 21, 1860

MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS.

By A. L. Wilkinson

I AWOKE. ’Twas midnight. All was silent. But in the stillness and the darkness I seemed to hear a voice saying, Thou God seest me. How comforting to think that though no one else sees us, no one else thinks of us, still God’s all-seeing eye is upon us, and he remembers us. We need have no fears if we are only followers of that which is good. He who numbereth the hairs of our heads will preserve us from all harm. How sweet amid the dark hours, to gaze upon the firmament, to view the handiworks of God, and then to know that he who created the many myriads of worlds and keeps them in motion, just as exact as when he first spake them into being, deigns to notice us who are but as specks in the universe of our Creator. When I reflect on the many evident tokens of the existence of a supreme Ruler of all things, it is with profound astonishment that I remember that there are those who will fearlessly assert that there is no God. No God! How dreadful sound those words. ’Tis madness to believe it. I would as soon doubt my own existence. In all I see, in all I hear, the truth is plainly revealed—there is a God. Yes, and I will praise his holy name; for he is good, immensely good. I feel it in my heart while I am writing. “Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.”

A. L. WILKINSON.

Owasso, Mich.