HE GIVETH PEACE by C. M. Snow

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Apr 11, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 15.

HE GIVETH PEACE.

By C. M. Snow

ALONE at night with the Saviour When the toil of the day is done, My failures come flocking homeward Like birds at the set of sun— Home to a heart complaining, Home to a crowded nest, Home to a loft too welcome— They perch for a night of rest.

This flock of a thousand feather That nest in a heavy heart Is brooding many a fledgling, Its parents' counterpart, I who have failed so often, I who would fain do right, Welcome these birds of sorrow That nest in my heart to-night.

Kneeling there in the stillness Of the hall of eternity, A myriad recollections Come hurrying home to me: Here I forgot His presence, And there I was quick in wrong; Here I had shunned the weak one, Or joined with the gossip throng.

Strive tho I may to tell Him Of aught that my life has blessed, My fledgling failures rustle Deep down in their brooding nest. Distraught, I can only falter And cry in my soul's distress, "O Lord, I am nothing, nothing, I've nothing that Thou canst bless."

Hovering under the shadow Of the failures that shut me in, My soul cries out in anguish, Crushed down by a sense of sin. Tho still all I have to offer Is ruined with frost and blight, The peace of His holy presence Comes down like the dew to-night.

Trusting in self is failure, And weak grows the heart and cold, And farther our dark ways wander Away from the great home fold. But coming to Him in sorrow For sin and the faults we bring, We enter the hovering shadow Of His great protecting wing.

C. M. SNOW.