THE PEACE OF GOD by Mrs. Mary Martin Morse

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 11, 1901

THE PEACE OF GOD.

By Mrs. Mary Martin Morse

MRS. MARY MARTIN MORSE.

The griefs that fell and swept my heart, because of sin and sorrow, That often dimmed the brightest day, and almost quenched the life,— The dread to sleep, for fear to meet the same old pain to-morrow, With thought-ghosts of dear memories past, and future terrors rife,—

All these, and more, have given place to higher, holier feeling; I cannot understand the change, because unfelt before; Across the earthly heart-strings comes an unseen power stealing, That brings to me another life, unknown in days of yore.

The pain I felt for flowers lost, and fallen, scattered petals, That drifted round and buried me like winter's garb of snow, Is now exchanged for silent joy, because of ripening fruitage, That only those life's wine press tread can ever feel or know.

Is this the peace that comes for pain, and passeth comprehension, Because God makes my crimson sins like whiteness of the snow? Is it because He counts my hairs and all my members' mention? He says in Him I evermore an undreamed rest may know.

Is it because He speaks with love unchanging and supernal, Of fairer home beyond the reach of ebb or flowing tide, Where I may rest and share the life beyond, with joy eternal,— Unsinned against—more blessed still, unsinning,—at His side?

I'll take with Him the thorns, and myrrh, and all the scourging given, And low in trustful patience bow beneath the falling rod, Knowing the only pathway up to Him, and home, and heaven, Lies in the nail-pierced footprints, where my Elder Brother trod.