OUR CHILDREN by L. D. Santee

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 29, 1901

OUR CHILDREN

By L. D. Santee

L. D. SANTEE

“For whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.” Heb. 12:6.

All my dear ones must be guided By a mightier hand than mine, Perfected, and tried, and tested By a providence divine. So, submissive, bowing lowly, Praying, when the shadows fall, In thy hands, O God most holy,— In thy hands I leave them all.

I can not protect and shield them From life's sorrow, pain, and loss, So into God's hand I yield them; He must purge away the dross. Though I know they will be sifted, Sweet hopes blighted, longings vain, Still to purer heights they're lifted, Through the ministry of pain.

Life is not a game of chances, When ’tis rightly understood, But it steadily advances Upward, toward the pure and good. Disappointments on the morrow, Heartaches that shall last through time,— All God’s discipline of sorrow, Hath a meaning most sublime.