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A Sabbath Morning Reverie

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 10, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 41.

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A Sabbath Morning Reverie

By Jasper Wayne

JASPER WAYNE
ONE Sabbath morning there came floating through my open window a joyous burst of song; sweet and melodious, it rose and fell enchantingly upon my listening ear. As it came in undulating tides upon the early morning air, the throat and breast of this feathered songster seemed to heave and throb almost to the bursting-point. In a rhapsody of joy he seemed carried into the very presence of his Maker.
As I listened to this enraptured tribute of praise, I said in my heart, “What an expression of love, by this little friend of the air!” and in my mind was awakened this response: “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies,” laden with the fruits of the Spirit,—love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance. “Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”
Thus ended my reverie. My little friend and I will meet no more. He went his way in peace, content with his place in God’s universe, while my heart was filled with a sense of God’s eternal love.
Spencer, Iowa.