DOUBTINGS by Mrs. S. L. Howell

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Mar 18, 1880

DOUBTINGS.

By Mrs. S. L. Howell

I sit in the darkness of doubting, With a vague and sad unrest; The dread of a possible sorrow I clasp to my aching breast; A phantom of gloom, in the distance, Seems winging its way to me, And the fear of that terrible "may be" Is the keenest of agony.

I sit in the darkness of doubting— But why with these shrinking fears? Is not One watching to lighten The woes of the coming years? Doth He not desire us to travel The pathway He shows, nor seek To know what future deep waters Are waiting our weary feet?

I sit in the darkness of doubting; But the smiling of hope I see, And the sunlight of Love Eternal Flows down through the clouds to me. It "may be"—ah, yes! but the present Demands us with duty's call, And the future is in his keeping Who has love and hope for all. —Mrs. S. L. Howell.