SATISFIED by Bertha C. Burnham

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 5, 1892

SATISFIED.

By Bertha C. Burnham

BY BERTHA C. BURNHAM.

ONE day I sighed, for I had toiled so long, yet taken nought, And then at last, in grief and pain and woe, His side I sought. "And dost thou love Me?" I could only weep. "Yea, Lord," I answered him; he smiled, "Then feed my sheep."

And yet again I toiled, both long and late, and rested not Till, wearied with my labors, I rebelled against my lot. "They will not feed upon the mountains steep." He smiled and said: "Child, lov'st thou me? then feed my sheep."

"O Lord, thou knowest that I love thee more than all beside; Thou knowest all things. Search thou my heart," I sadly cried. "See if there is in me one desire Unsanctified this day by pentecostal fire."

He heard my prayer and softly whispered: "Yea I know thy love, And I will help thee now and evermore thy love to prove. My lambs are starving; bring thou them to me. I am sufficient, child, to feed both them and thee."

And so I'm bringing all the lambs to him; and at his hand Both they and I receive our daily food. Our pasture land No longer is the barren mountain side, But heights of glory; there we both are satisfied.

Lynn, Mass.