MY INHERITANCE by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Michigan · Sep 11, 1900

MY INHERITANCE.

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE.

Thou’st made the face of nature fair,— The towering mount, the verdant tree, The beauteous forms in earth and air,— For me, the creature of thy care, Thou’st made them all for me.

I plucked a fragrant rose this morn, And gazed upon its beauty bright; For me those radiant tints were worn, As if a rainbow had been shorn, To give my soul delight.

A dewdrop sparkled on a flower, Like kingly diadem it shone. It might have graced some prince’s bower, Yet it became, for one brief hour, A diamond all my own.

I stood and watched the setting sun Like master artist paint the sky; The gray clouds kindled one by one, Until, the mighty picture done, It hung before my eye.

No fairer scene had e’er been flung Were I a queen upon the throne, No fairer picture had been hung The galleries of God among,— Yet it was all my own.

The starry heavens shine for me As bright as if a crown I wore; O’er mighty pathway, broad and free, Each planet through immensity Rolls onward evermore.

And more, yet more; one Gift above All other gifts so broad and free,— The mighty God, whose name is Love, As if his matchless grace to prove, Has given his Son for me.